Cover and illustrations by J. Allen St. John
There’s a time and place for everything — including passionate love. When a guy turns up at the wrong time and place he can expect all kinds of complications.
This illustration was reproduced for the B.J. Devaney story Always Time To Love in Black Magic Vol 1, No 3
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!
Trechery, Intrigue and a Hounted Lighthouse
The Rebel harlots beckoned to lusting Yankees
Diane’s lovely wantons marched to the tune of a sultry love song. Their battle banner was a petticoat waiving in the breeze. They were the South’s deadliest weapon.
Also featuring Yankee Woman, You Die Slowly, How I Roll You, Honey, 1000 Brides For The Devil’s Lust and Bone Crushers on Ice
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
Bill thought the combat action was over for him — but a gang of girl-stealing hoods on wheels out on a vicious, thrill-seeking rampage made him change his mind.
What would YOU do if you came out of prison, found out that another guy had moved in with your beautiful woman — and you dare not hit him lest you go back to that rock pile?