I splurged the other day and bought Jeffrey Deaver's The Cold Moon off the bestseller rack at the grocery store. It's over 600 pages, so I figure it's worth the cost per page (<-----pathetic rationalization). This is another Lincoln Rhyme book and I'm really enjoying it. I'll probably be checking the door locks and the windows an extra time or two tonight, but I just can't put it down!
Next up is probably John Berendt's City of Falling Angels. I've already read the first few pages and can't wait to really dive in.