Babes

The Thrill Kids

Kids on the prowl for girls — for thrills — for kicks — for murder

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The Gilded Hearse (1954)

He Lived For The Money, Prestige And Women

Later reprinted as Make Me An Offer.

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Dracula

Was He Beast… Man… Or Vampire?

The Most Famous Horror Story Ever Told

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Love Hunters

The pulse-stopping story of a decent town’s struggle against its own sin-bent people
The surfing crowd started early and loved fast — as it love were going out of style

From the back:

The Town Was Shocked…
at its wealthy young beachniks like Angela Pencoast, who offered her husband to other women but held on to her lovers, like teenage Sara, who fled from boys to men in her desperate search for happiness, like Paul Kemp, who was living down a legend of lawless love, like big kid Stoney, who liked older men’s wives.
The Town Was Shocked…
by its own “good” people like married Helen Quinn, who found a new young love on the beach, like Helen’s husband, Harry, who hunted for young girls on the beach, like Grant Rennick, who could not trust himself on the beach, like Jessa, Grant’s wife, who trusted herself — too much to stay faithful?
The Wild And Wealthy Surfing Crowd Flipped the Town As If It Were A Coin. It Fell Right-Side Up — But Only After Ridding Itself Of The Surf Angels

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I’ll Bring Her Back (Original Title: Dark Bahama)

This book had some great covers under it’s original title.

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Dance With The Dead

Private Eye say: Lady with too fancy front sometimes plain murder behind

From the back:

Bottoms Up

There were twelve of them. Bottoms, that is. Au naturale. The most eye-wrecking collection of derrières ever to pop out of a printed page. The “Wow” pin-up girls… one for each month of the year. No faces, no names, not even swaddling clothes — just September, October, December, like that.

Man, you should have seen January. Every inch a torrid zone. And wouldn’t you know I’d get to work through the whole calender? Well, they don’t call me Shell Scott for nothing. Nosirree. I get paid for this kind of work. One of these luscious young pin-ups had the clue to a headline murder right on her little old back page. Four freckles. You think looking for a needle in a haystack is something?

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