Cry Flood!

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Disaster Stripped Away Their Inhibitions

From the back:

Hurricanes Carol and Diana had slammed their mighty fists across the Delaware River valley and disaster was upon the land. The rushing, rising waters washed away homes, flooded out roads, and stranded thousands of people in trees and hilltops to await new terrors. Eleven such ‘people took refuge in Ed’s Diner which stood upon the highest spot of ground for miles around. One was a miser with a paper bag filled with money. One was a sexy, love-starved girl. Two were ruthless thugs hunting for loot. Others included a drunk, a coward, a young married couple…
CRY FLOOD! is a gripping, dynamic novel of what disaster and the fear of death does to people. Stripping the veneer of civilization from men and woman alike, the book brings out dramatically the raw passions and basic animal instincts that only a great natural catastrophe can produce.

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Death Deep Down

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Topside She Was All Honey And Sex And Woman — Underwater She Had The Conscience Of A Shark

From the back:

Vietnam had been a bitch, and when I got to New York with 27 day’s leave, I had one hell of a lot of catching up to do on fun and games.
I walked into my hotel and smack into murder.
I walked out with an international agent at my heels.
I was going to get to play games after all—their way.
It wasn’t all bad. I got to play house the whole time with a gorgeous brunette named Dulcie. Even U.S. Naval Intelligence knew how to play —they tossed Dulcie and me into a very luxurious, and very phony, setup. Trouble was, most of the fun people at the fun houseparty on the fun island turned out to be killers or corpses or more international agents.
It was one hell of a leave, I tell you. Give me Viet Nam any day.

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