His horn caressed the Dixieland lament and the notes came out ripe, rosy, round — making a perfect tribute for the beautiful blues singer who was soon to die…via
Man, she had a shape to make corpses kick open caskets — and she was dead set on giving me rigor mortisvia
For a dame like this I’d sell out to Satan — but the devil himself was ahead of me in linevia
A high-voltage adventure featuring that audacious agent from Intertrust — a tale of counterespionage and intrigue played out to the tick of a bomb in the tempo of terrorvia
Against minutes and panic — and war — Sam Durell raced the man who sold outvia
She wanted out, and she had the price — a lovely body and the will to use it.
Their lives were staked on each other, their hopes on a battered truck as they sweated through this jungle hellvia
The story of a passion that knew no lawvia