The Triumph Of The Spider Monkey


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The Case of the Cautious Coquette

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Pocket Books #1009, 1954

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Digging The Love Goddess

Berkley Z1905 1970

They Dug For A Statue And Started Digging Every Man In Sight

From the back:

The Love Goddess
Dr. Artemis Now, ardent feminist and femme fatale, had made a vow: sex equalled sexism. And nothing or no one could make her yield…
Except the lure of finding the Venus of Etruria, a long-buried and coveted treasure — even though the only way to finance the expedition was to submit to sex research. It was too much to resist — even for the staunch Artemis.
So it was off to Adora – only to find that the statue was made of the most powerful substance ever known to man… and ever to turn women on!

via Greg McCambley

The Count of 9 (2018)


Also published by Pocket Books in 1969

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The Chambermaid Flirted Once Too Often

True Detective October 1956

Also featuring Ohio’s Grim Manhunt For The Love Slayer and One Body In The Canal, One In The Utah Badlands


The Savage Salome

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Signet 4423 1970

Danny Boyd’s out to make beautiful music with a sizzling soprano, but murder waits in the wings

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A Most Contagious Game (1961)


A silent watcher, plunged into the vicious maelstrom of New York’s underworld… until he matched savagery with savagery — and became Kingpin of them all!

Cover reused from The Lion House


Assignment: Stella Marni (1974)


Durable Sam Durell — up to his ears in blondes and murder


Michael Shayne’s Long Chance (1964)

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Michael Shayne's Long Chance

From the back:

She was a full-blown brunette in a bandanna halter that just barely covered the essentials. The non-essentials were very impressive, too. This was just the kind of case Shayne could enjoy. Keeping an eye on a dish like this and getting paid for it. He could have hopped from his balcony to hers, but he politely made a date for later. This wasn’t work, it was pleasure. A short-lived pleasure. For when Shayne finally got to her room that night, he knew he had waited too long. The lady had run out of time, and the date had been canceled—by murder.