Also featuring Blondes Are For Loving illustrated by Earl Norem, Intimate Life Of New York’s Single Girls, “Tiger-In-The-Sky” Yank Fighter Ace, and Pilot And Copilot Dead Drunk
Hitler’s gold was guarded by sharks for 25 years, waiting for Ryan, the man with the guts and the blonde to rip it out and fight for it
Also featuring I Rode With The Cycle Nymphs Who Stalk America, The Girl Who Played Virgin, and The Nude Captives Of Guerrilla Island
Cannibals… Headhunters… Alligators… Snakes… He Fought Them All!
Also featuring How To Stop A Fight — Make Love!, I Ran Castro’s 6000-Girl Sex Ring, Strange Deaths Of 34 Soviet Generals, The Nudist-Cult Blackmail Ring, Bastard’s Revenge, and My “Very Private” Nurse
That sounded like a zombie story to me. But when I received the magazine and read it I found out “the everlasting dead” were not “living dead.” They’re dead dead. They’re the bodies of unfortunate victims of a South Seas tribe that likes to preserve the sacrificial victims they use in their tribal ceremonies. Ah well, the cover painting is still very cool — and so is the interior artwork for the story, which is titled “Ordeal on the Isle of the Everlasting Dead.”
Also includes How — When — Where: You Can Fight For Fortune Under Foreign Flags, and The Diet That Can Double Your Sexual Batting Average!
A man-hungry, blonde geisha with a yen for treason, she was called “the most dangerous woman in Japan.” But right now Marlin’s life hung on whether she would pull the strings on her kimono — or the trigger on the gun in her hand.
A luscious hellion in black Chinese silk, she was the idol of thousands, the plaything of hundreds, but the possession of only one man — and he was willing to trade her in for something even hotter: a stolen atomic bomb.
Passion Target For A Yank Undercover Agent
They were murderous, sonic-crashing fighter-interceptors, the Reds’ first challenge to our 104A’s, and if even one squadron of them reached Viet Nam, thousands of GI’s might die. Then a steel-gutted CIA ace and an ivory-skinned love tiger plunged thousands of miles into enemy territory on the Cold War’s most desperate sabotage flight, determined to turn this armada of “miracle planes” into a forest of scorched junk
It was obvious that Bixler and Gloria were out to get me, but as long as the plan of attack included throwing her lush, ready body in my way I was a willing target.