That's James Patterson. I don't think of him as my favorite author, and yet I find myself reading more of his books that anybody else's. The man has to be warped, to write about so many brutal slayings and mutilations. He keeps his chapters short, and leaves you wanting more when you've finished each of his stories.
Of all his writings, my favorites are the books in the "Alex Cross series". I've read them all out of order, so his children keep getting younger in each book I read. I recognize "good guys" who, in later books, turned out to be "bad guys". It doesn't matter. He keeps me on the edge of my proverbial seat.
Right now, I'm reading the very first Alex Cross Book, "Along Came a Spider". Wow; no wonder he stays on the New York Times' best seller list.
The only author that comes close to holding my attention like this is Sandra Brown. Good stuff, here. (Yes, she's warped too... I worry about myself.)