A Real Gone Guy

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From the back:

She called herself Denny Lyons

and she was everything men dream of on long, lonely nights….


She had it all, from the white-gold hair that framed her expensive face, to the graceful, slender ankles – and all those little extras in-between….


Even before she opened her lovely mouth to sing, she had her audience entranced. And when she sang, her low, smoky voice curled itself around your spine, drifted slowly up into your chest, and stayed there. And hurt….


She had everything- including big ideas. She was headed straight for the top and she thought she knew just how to get there….


But she was wrong. Because her big beautiful career came to a sudden violent end – when she did…

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Crime Of Their Life

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“The name’s Liddell,” he told the blonde — “cabin 321, and don’t bother to knock”

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Green Light For Death

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Her Frenzied Dance Ended With A Scream

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Stacked Deck

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Johnny Liddell is dealt a hand of cold corpses and warm redheads.

Sizzling cases of private-eye Johnny Liddell who has a passion for redheads and a talent for trouble.

Both versions of this cover manage to squeeze in the fact that Johnny likes redheads.

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Due Or Die

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A killer was going to pay for trying to give Johnny Liddell a free pass to the morgue.

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Ring-a-Ding-Ding

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“My number’s unlisted,” she told Liddell. “You’re a detective, find it.”

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Dead Rite

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“Handle my case,” she told Liddell, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

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Red Hot Ice

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She was an alcoholic blonde with a load of hot diamonds — a set-up for murder on the rocks

“If it weren’t for people like me,” the blonde told Liddell, “you wouldn’t have as much fun peeping through keyholes.”

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Dead Weight

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The hard-living private eye on a special diet of call girls, corruption, murder…

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Bullet Proof

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“Kiss me again,” she told him. “It won’t kill you. Besides — can you think of a better way to die?”

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A Short Bier

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Her body brought the same question to every man’s mind — but Liddell just wanted the answer to murder.

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Fatal Undertaking

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“I don’t like strange guys making passes at you,” Liddell told the redhead. “Especially with an ice-pick.”

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Maid in Paris / Satan in Satin

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“You wouldn’t dare search me,” the brunette said. Liddell smiled.

Cover painting was resued for the German printing of Satan in Satin
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