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I Like It Tough (1955)

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Sweet As Sin And Twice As Dangerous

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They Had His Number
The Vice Syndicate’s slimy tentacles stretched everywhere. only Steve Ashe knew the inside story of the multi-million dollar traffic in dope and white slavery. And because he knew, the Syndicate had him marked for death.

One step ahead of the hoods gunning for him, he met lovely Fran Olson and fell hard. But even while he loved her he wondered if she was using her body to lure him to ruin. Only time would tell and that was running out on him…

A fantastic 1960 Harry Schaare cover can be seen here.

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Suburbia’s Tough Teen Swimming Pool Marauders

Man's Action December 1968

Also featuring The Love Practices No One Dares Talk About!, Sex Manual Murder Ring, The Nude U-Boat Raiders Of The South Atlantic, The Commie Plot to Wreck Mexico’s Olympics, and Your Wife Can Ruin Your Virility

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High Pressure (Original Title: Full Fathom Five)

1949 Bantam 716

These Men Were Brothers… But They Loved The Same Woman

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These Brothers Lived Like Beasts — And Loved Like Men!

Paul was a hophead! That was it, nothing else. You don’t go around teaching people not to take dope — you’ve got to beat it out of them. And so I beat him. I beat him and I beat him until my hand was blood red. I beat him for taking the dope, for having Evee when I wanted her. I beat him for Jonesy who died in the ocean. I beat him until his eyes were swollen shut and his mouth was thick and out of shape. I beat him until J was sick and then I felt a stab through my guts like a thick bar — like I’d been harpooned.

Two brothers fight like brutes in the smashing climax of this real story of life on the ocean floor where the pressure twists men into raging animals.

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A Woman’s Game

Beacon Signal B554F 1962

She Was All Boss… And All Woman!
Sylvia thought nightclub work was tough. But when she inherited a small struggling company, this amazingly desirable woman found that she was expected to pay off every male customer — and they didn’t want money!

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Her Body Was Her Best Business Asset!
Sylvia’s Struggle To Keep Her Company Alive Depended On The Whims Of These Men:
The Plant Manager • Hank Wade swore that any woman could be had … for money. Despite his taunting, Sylvia needed Hank desperately to keep the shop going. To hold him, she had to be all boss—and all woman!
The Purchasing Agent • Sixer Marconi — strong as a bull, ugly as sin — the man couldn’t keep his eyes or his hands off her perfectly formed body. And Sylvia knew she had to have his order!
The President • Ike Tracy looked like a gentleman and lived like a sultan. The most beautiful girls in Hollywood gave themselves to him willingly. Why was it that only Sylvia could give him what he needed?
The Customer • Luke Aaronson was fat, old and lonely. Sylvia needed his business to keep her company from going under. It was worth $120,000 and she’d do anything to get it!
Nude swimming pool parties; drinking, dancing and parking with lonely older men—no one had ever told Sylvia Martin the facts of life for women in business today.
This exciting book reveals the secret deals which men make with lovely women who dare to play at a man’s game!

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The Dangerous One

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Her eyes said love, but her heart said murder — murder done to the music of Spanish gold

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It was Boke Carey’s kill of a lifetime, his pot at rainbow’s end — a million dollars in gold ingots buried in volcanic ash on a barren Central American island. Gold was Carey’s business.
Now he had it in sight — only the others on this palatial white yacht stood between the gold and Carey, in a kind of dark barrier of violence. 
There was Jodi, the platinum-haired Venus, a beautiful, chattering monkey of a girl who kept her eyes glued to the main chance. 
Anson, the oxllike consort of thieves, who gambled only on sure things-like beating a man to death. 
Lopez-O’Brien, the sadistic steward, who appeared out of nowhere — his only worldly possession an arsenal of knives.  And there was Sheila, the Spanish beauty as ruthless as he, the only one of them Carey feared — and loved.

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