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How can you all sit there, Deming’s nerves screamed, playing poker as if you cared? Any minute, any hour, a man will walk into a trap — a man that we must kill!

An unconventional story of beautiful Ivy Galvin and her strange emotional involvement with two men — and a woman.

The slender bookshelf of outstanding works about sexual deviations must now make room for Fletcher Flora’s honest and perceptive novel, Strange Sisters. Here is the story of a lesbian, and of the devastating crime to which she was driven when she tried to disavow her body’s urgings. Here is a shattering theme, treated with rare sensitivity and power.

He looked at her, at her fine grave face and too elegant gestures. He thought tiredly that this one was nearly gone, that she would go on drinking too much gin and sleeping in too many beds, that she would remember nothing between the beds and the bottles. The worst of it was that he liked her. She had a face he would remember. And for a long time he would think of her and wonder just what had become of her, whether she was alive or dead...

Colleen was the mistress of the house, beautiful, rich and romantic, with the lush, pliant body of an overly passionate woman, and a husband who didn’t appreciate her obvious charms. Onofre was the newly hired handyman, sullen, opportunistic and blatantly virile — like a stud bull that accepts all comers. Pansy, the maid, got the message at once and offered herself without reservations. Vesta, the housekeeper, fought her attraction for him and continued making passes at Colleen. Colleen, torn between pressure from Vesta, loyalty to her husband and her desperate need for Onofre, resisted, wavered, then fell like a ripe plum into Onofre’s bed.

A hand reaching out of the dark past had killed Margaret Hadley, and the only way I would ever find her killer — was to be the next to die!

TEN MILLION DOLLARS to be divided equitably among the departed Grandfather Hunter’s remaining family, with a PROVISO being, in proper legal terms, that the entire ten million dollars was to be held in trust for the exclusive use of SENORITA FOGARTY her lifetime, and for the lifetime of her pups (Senorita Fogarty being a Chihuahua of questionable breeding) and for the lifetime of her pup’s pups, etc., etc. Only upon the death of Senorita Fogarty and her pups (if any) would the inheritance go to the family. ’Tis plain to see that the life of Senorita Fogarty wasn’t worth two cents, much less ten million dollars. But to the rescue! Our senorita is to be protected by the Crumps, Grandfather Hunter’s trusted servants. And did we forget to mention that the erstwhile heirs are a rather bungling, ineffectual lot??? Will Senorita Fogarty outwit the scheming Hunter family? Will the Hunters regain the birthright that is undeniably theirs (all ten million dollars’ worth)??? Will the Crumps!!!!!

Willie and Howard — man and wife Willie and Quincy — cousins (in-law) Willie, wanton Quincy, without honor Howard, quite dead Result — a light-hearted treatment of the grim details, in the new Cock Robin Mystery Award winner. Howard, alive, has been a dull lubber, with the single virtue of being able to make money without benefit of discernible brains; dead, he is a challenge and an excitement. He is even a challenge to Quincy, who is a difficult fellow to challenge to any kind of sustained effort. Fortunately, Quincy is clever and full of plans. His only fault, as far as Willie can see, is a tendency to he fanciful where simplicity would suffice. There is Howard’s body to dispose of. Quincy’s plot is a trifle thick, though not without wit. It’s not Quincy’s fault when his plot takes an unexpected turn. It is the fault, in fact, of dear, dead Howard, whose capacity for deception and tricky commitments turns out to have been as unsavory as that of the cousins. Fletcher Flora has written a winning thriller of cousins who kiss and kill.

She was everything, and most of all she was the earth’s most tempting woman in a way that was peculiarly her own... but I could hear her rich, provocative voice saying softly that everything would be so very simple if only the man named Kirby would die... and as that summer grew, in desire and in terror, my world no longer had the familiar features of a fine and comforting thing, but the strange remnants of an ugly, threatened place...　 ...and the root of it all lay hidden in the secret of THE BRASS BED.

Skimmer was the hotshot — handsome, smart, arrogant... He had everything: personality, looks, women. He was ready for success — regardless of the cost... And then he met a girl and a gangster — and something went wrong... Hotshot is Skimmer’s story — a unique candid portrait, not of the knife-wielding delinquents who capture headlines, but of today’s troubled youth as they really are. The unforgettable story of a generation battling to find its way in a world it never made.

A dirty rotten trail to murder! It was a case that spelled trouble from the first come-on to the last bullet. I’m Percy Hand, not-so-private eye. You meet a lot of gals on the make in my business, but this case had too many dames. It all started on the secluded patio of a blonde who liked nude sun-bathing. Before the case was over, one dame was dead, another missing, and The Mob was getting ready to write my epitaph in hot lead!

There are three men in Donna Buchanan’s life... ENOS SIMON — a moody and emotional young teacher AARON BURNS — the considerate and shy husband of a cold and calculating wife WILLIAM WALTER TYLER — a middle-aged millionaire who always gets what he wants ...Three lovers woo the ambitious young dress designer who’s determined to sell her talent and her love to the highest bidder in order to crash the world of fashion.