Jake The Private Dick In Murder And Mayhem Volume 2

The moon was blue, large, and full and hung low over the New Orleans skyline. The lights from the French Quarter flickered brightly, inviting anyone in to play; danger was in the air, and Jake (JPD) could smell it coming. Now that the serial killer was caught, and Amy Thornton was locked up in a mental institution, the French Quarter was slowly getting back to normal. The strobe lights from the new club, the Shade-Tree, was sliding across the star-studded sky announcing the grand opening, and Patrice Lawson and her partner, Frankie Morales, were proud owners. They were in their office to meet one of the new dancers; his name was Rae Rae Malone, and he was delicious. Willow and Hank Steel took a long-needed vacation and cruise; it was a welcome break from all the drama they had endured in the past year. The cul-de-sac was peaceful and quiet, and the old pickup truck parked under the sycamore tree was well hidden. The young woman waited patiently for the evening sun to set so she could enter the home of Judge Patrice Lawson. Gunshots rang out in the Quarter, and Willow reached for the shotgun under the bar; she forgot Hank had replaced it with a .45 Magnum snub nose because the shotgun was too big for her; she could hear the sirens in the distance and knew the NOPD was on the way; the screams could be heard from the underground club, and one of the merchants shouted, He has a gun! and another shot was heard. This saga of JPD, Murder and Mayhem, is riveting and full of drama; twists and turns; hot, provocative sex; and surprises. The egos are in rare form with Jake, and Hank Steel is in the middle of it all.

The choppers were right over his head, and the lights were looming through the trees and the escaped convict could see the city of New Orleans. He headed toward the swamps to avoid being captured. Sin city, sex, and sin awaited and enticed you in. Murder and voodoo magic was in the air, and a serial killer was on the loose in New Orleans. The young man had just dumped his latest victim in the swamps with the gators. Hank Steel private investigator was working overtime with his new ego, Jake the Private Dick, on the case. Canjun and creole aromas filled the air in the French Quarter, and the Honey Dripper was the hottest strip club on Bourbon Street. Willow, the owner, was dealing with a problem with a certain Lieutenant Frank Frazier in the back room. The egos start emerging throughout this mystery, and no one is safe. No one is who they say they are in this voodoo magic saga.

“Next to Sam Hunter, Dirty Harry looks like Mother Theresa.” —New York Daily News Los Angeles is a hot town. Hot women. Hot clubs. And, when private eye Sam Hunter is involved, hot tempers. Sam doesn’t take kindly to threats, so when a street thug busts up his office and warns him to “Stay away from Domingo,” he might as well draw Sam a map pointing where to swing his fists. Soon, Sam finds himself racing around L.A., dodging bullets and spiraling deeper and deeper into a world of sex, drugs and danger. A teenage porn star, an heiress and some spoiled rich brat lead Sam to the Black Knight club, a place dark enough to hide heroin and sleaze from the bright lights of the law. What will he find when he finally reaches Domingo? Big rewards or a deadly end? From Edgar Award-winning L.A. Morse, author of THE FLESH EATERS and THE OLD DICK, comes the thrilling story of pimps, pushers and porn that will hit you in the chest like the kickback of a Colt .38 Special.

Cannibalistic cave dwellers. Huge, terrifying clans roaming the moors, seeking out human flesh to rend and consume. It sounds like the horrors of prehistoric savages, but it falls well within recorded history of civilized men. The first half of the fifteenth century saw savagery and fear that erased the line between man and beast. Just eight miles east of the modern city of Edinburgh, Sawney Bean and his murderous family prowled the Scottish coasts, robbing travelers and consuming their victims. “Stick… stock… stuck. You’ve run out of luck. Kill... kill… kill. We eat our fill,” they chant as they descend upon their prey. There’s little the community can do but be hunted. This horrifying tale of nightmare-inducing monsters--inspired by true events--comes into stark reality in THE FLESH EATERS, an imaginative novel by Edgar Award winning author L.A. Morse. Beware, any readers faint of heart. It’s those soft hearts that are the tenderest meat.

Fifth mystery featuring Kemal Kayankaya Valerie de Chavannes, a financier's daughter, summons private investigator Kemal Kayankaya to her villa in Frankfurt's diplomatic quarter and commissions him to find her missing sixteen-year-old daughter Marieke. She is alleged to be with an older man who is posing as an artist. To Kayankaya, it seems like a simple case: an upper class girl with a thirst for adventure. Then another case turns up: The Maier Publishing House believes it needs to protect author Malik Rashid from attacks by religious fanatics at the Frankfurt Book Fair. Rashid has written a novel about, amongst other things, attitudes towards homosexuality in an Arabic country. Kayankaya is hired to be Rashid's bodyguard for three days. The two cases seem to be straightforward, but together they lead to murder, rape and abduction, and even Kayankaya comes under suspicion of being a contract killer for hire.

The Animorphs have managed to contact the Andalite home world, but the battle is far from over. Visser Two has arrived on Earth, and he's not happy about the state of things. He decides the best way to take over Earth is to have the humans destroy each other, exhausting their weapons in the process. He's going to start World War III.Ax and his friends know that Visser Two means business. There are only two ways to keep him from destroying everything they know: Find a way to stop the war, or find a way to stop him forever...

"You already been a punk. Least you can do is go out like a man." Then a dull popping sound and a quiet splash. In his third appearance in George Pelecanos's acclaimed series, Nick Stefanos has been spending too much time with bad women and bad booze. Which is why he wakes up one blurry morning on the banks of the Anacostia River, hungover and miserable -- and now a witness to a murder. With the help of a partner as straight-arrow as Nick is bent, Nick decides to track down the killer, an investigation that leads them through the roughest part of the nation's capital, and into the blackest parts of the human soul.