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A case of corpses. They piled up so fast that private eye Johnny Liddell figured he was ahead if he found them while they were still warm. It started when he was hired as a baby-sitter to a wildcat. She was blonde and beautiful, and stacked better than a deck of marked cards. And she had a...

He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, his arms above his head, his long, bony fingers curled like claws. His teeth were bared in a horrible fixed grin, his eyes stared unblinkingly. Two thin wires suspended each of his thumbs to a corner of the door frame … mute evidence that his death had neither been quick or merciful.

A gorgeous gal with an insatiable appetite for love . . . A gossip columnist who scooped the world with his own obituary . . . An innocent young girl forced into a degrading racket . . . Plus other assorted chacters involved in mayhem and murder, in a collection of sizzling stories...

Johnny Liddell was looking forward to his 2:30 a.m. date with Eve Wylie. Eve had thick red hair that fell down over her shoulders like a molten copper cascade, and Eve had a sullen soft-looking mouth that held more than a casual promise for Johnny Liddell. So when he got to her apartment, and...

It wasn't his case . . . his girl . . . or his problem . . . but Johnny Liddell had a personal interest in this little caper. He didn’t ask to be the Feds' ''receiver'' on a pass of inside info on the smuggling racket, but he was. He didn’t ask to have a couple of hoods beat the living...

Trouble is a redhead Lydia had a problem, and she dumped it right in Johnny Liddell's lap, along with her own million dollar body. She was very luscious - but somebody had something on her that was very ugly, and even more expensive. Johnny told her not to pay off the blackmailers. Dollars...

"Kiely of the Dispatch, Liddell. A reporter of mine, Larry Jansen, had been murdered. I want you to find the killer." "Okay," Liddell sighed into the phone, replacing the receiver. He stared into the slanted green eyes of the girl, patter her on the knee, and sighed again, "Don’t go away....

She called herself Denny Lyons ... and she was everything men dreamed 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 pleasant extras in-between ... She had everything - including big...

Johnny Liddell, private investigator, is not accustomed to a quiet life. But life was never less quiet for him than after he was called in by Celeste Pierce, a redhead who is giving several famous bosomy blondes a run for their money. Everything was going swimmingly for Celeste until she was blackmailed...

She was as pretty a mantrap as Liddell had ever set up. Five-feet-six. Black hair. One hundred and twenty-eight lusciously distributed pounds. Very, very nice . . . Liddell looked at his watch. The rackets boss was late in coming. Liddell didn’t mind. Let Frankie Capolla be as late as he wanted. Liddell knew a very good way of passing the time . . .

She was a gorgeous - and mysterious - girl from New York, who had taken a low-paying job in a small-town night club. When they fished her out of the local river she had nothing on. It didn’t matter. She was past caring. Johnny Liddell cared, though. The girl was his client and it didn’t...

The woman’s body undulated. Her motions became frantic. Wildly, she tore off her clothes … The others followed. Nude, danced to the frenzied drum … This was New Orleans. Johnny Liddell was no tourist. He had come here to investigate a disappearance. The beating he got by...

An original collaboration among five of the genre’s brightest authors, A Glimpse of Darkness is urban fantasy as it’s never been done before. Originally featured on Suvudu.com, this is Random House’s first multicontributor chain story in which the readers voted on the outcome—now published...

It should have been the perfect evening. But for blue collar delivery man Nick Skinner, the romantic time he spent with the love of his life, Dawn, has just turned into his worst nightmare. Waking suddenly, he's attacked by something feral in his room…and it's not alone. The clock is frozen at just...