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I had lived so long on the wrong side of the law I felt out of place as a special undercover agent for Uncle Sam. But I had no choice. One of the top brass in U.S. Intelligence had my number. So we made a deal - his silence for my services in tracking down and infiltrating a gang of Mid-Eastern terrorists. Besides, I had a personal interest in this...

She was a gorgeous - and mysterious - girl from New York, who had taken a low-paying job in a small-town night club.When they fished her out of the local river she had nothing on. It didn't matter. She was past caring.Johnny Liddell cared, though. The girl was his client and it didn't make sense. Why would she strip, pile her clothes...

Lady on the Make:She was a gorgeous Greek with a classic chassis. When she smoldered her way into a hot tumble with Peter Chambers, the fast-living private eye didn't know whether he was in heaven, or tangling with a torrid she-devil....

And then there were five . . .Howie was a millionaire and he and Andrea were planning to be married. But he never got to walk to the altar - he was murdered first.All five of Andrea's lovers were suspects - Doug, Jeff, Ralph, Mark, and Bud. And the motive was clear. But only Andrea knew what impelled her to take her life in her hands and spend...

One damn girl after another . . .Girls of every size, shape, and style - these were Slade Harper's stock in trade. Like Cleo, still a child, whose bed and body he had won in a crap game. And glamorous Ruth Talley, with whom he conspired by day and perspired by night. And Marie, of the crippled thighs - twisted Doris Barker, the pseudo-Lesbian...

An exhilarating story from the author who mainstreamed lesbian pulp fiction The moment of truth... Mary Drew knelt down on the rug. She leaned forward, her mouth within an inch of Martha's. "e;l love you,"e; she said. "e;I've loved you from the very moment we met. But I won't kiss you. I'm so close my lips are almost...