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We're going to try and keep being positive through all the madness happening in the world right now and what better way to do that than to launch what we believe is another world's first - a publisher with their own range of stained glass collectables. Yup, that's right - Stained Glass. Hur, and you guys thought our Hot Sauce was a reach... When we first saw contemporary glass artist Jess Parkes' stained glass Ziggy Stardust we knew this was someone we just had to collaborate with. We approached Jess and found out she's every bit as cool in person...

Hola Fahrenhistas, We totally understand that buying books and supporting indie publishers might not be at the top of everyone's to do list at the moment and that for many their financial situation is going to be difficult and unstable during the period of the corona virus crisis.   We understand that spending money on books is one of those things that might not feel like a priority just at the minute. We also understand though that disappearing into a good book can be a much needed distraction when times get tough. It's our belief though that access to funds shouldn't...

Fahrenzine is a new adventure in publishing brought to you exclusively by Fahrenheit Press. Each issue features a single short story from one of the most exciting crime fiction talents in the world and is strictly limited to only 100, hand-numbered copies. Featuring no-nonsense typography and published pamphlet style, Fahrenzine takes inspiration from our old skool punk heritage and pays homage to the pioneering DIY spirit of revolutionary zines like Sniffin Glue, Chainsaw and New York Rocker. The first edition of Fahrenzine (#FHZ001) features Fahrenheit favourite Nick Quantrill. No Direction Home is a short story featuring Nick’s much loved character...

We will be publishing LENNY - the latest book from noir-legend B.R. Stateham on Wednesday 18th March. You can read an exclusive extended extract of this awesome new book here.   LENNY by B.R. Stateham Chapter One The Ballard County jail side door banged open with a metallic crash, spearing the pre-dawn darkness with a shaft of white. The blistering slash of eye-watering light rudely split the hot Texas air of a coming dawn. For a second or two nothing happened. The seconds ticked by in silence. At this time of the morning, just before dawn, the air was absolutely...

Once it grabbed me and held on tight, the blues never released its grip on my soul. The first time it hit me, my pulse slowed, my head lightened and the hair on back of my neck tingled. The Rolling Stones laid down that low down, gut bucket version of Willie Dixon’s “Little Red Rooster” in 1964 and turned a generation of American teenagers onto the blues from their own backyard. Years later, I would find the Howlin’ Wolf’s version way more low down and way more gut bucket and way more hair tingling, but the Stones pointed the way...