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She put her head on my shoulder. Her hand slid off my thigh and into my lap, paused. She kissed my ear, lingered there. ''And what are you afraid of?'' she whispered.''Afraid you'll stop,'' I said against the moist spread of her lips.''I couldn't,'' she answered, falling back on...

The Seven Signs of Tarnis Were: Green eyesLong fingersLong ears, with tipsSmooth and hairless bodiesFull mouthsSlender feetMelodious voices Jerrod Northirogue, pirate, and a citizen of Pemathwas desperate enough to want to go through the transformation. It cost 100,000 units for the Craftsment to endow him with the Seven Signsa rather steep price...

Paradise, Georgia, USA where black and white have lived together, and in secret loved together for three hundred years; where the white man knows that the dark-skinned man is his blood brother and hates him for it; where the white woman looks on the dark-skinned man with secret lust and longing . . . Out of this shared and silent intimacy,...

It's nice to be a millionaire.Money can buy you darn near anything. It can buy you things you're only supposed to get for love. It can buy you the best-looking women-in a city where good-looking women come high.It can buy a professional private eye-like Peter Chambers-to make sure the girls stay bough.It can buy you the roughest, toughest...

Give her five minutes more, I thought . . .More than an hour had passed since Jean Putnam's voice had promised on the phone that she would be there. As I started back to my office I gave a final look down the corridor, and suddenly she was there, framed in the stairwell. She was dressed in a very fetching pirate costume, the purposely ragged...

Don't Mention MurderIt was a vulgar word in the swank millionaire town of San Valdesto. But knocking off a few citizens here and there seemed more than a grave social error to a tough-minded detective like Joe Puma.It made him sore when he discovered the natives would rather protect a well-bred killer than put up with a low-brow private eye.So...