tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61307838867270190402024-02-19T08:30:49.647-07:00The Nick Carter & Carter Brown BlogThis is the place to showcase my book collection of primarily of Nick Carter and Carter Brown books. I started collecting with these two authors back in 1980 while on a fishing trip with my father and grandfather to Northern Minnesota.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.comBlogger1723125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-52126258939478636862022-02-15T15:23:00.005-07:002022-02-15T15:23:40.090-07:00Seven Seas Monthly Magazine No3<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Seven Seas Monthly Magazine No3</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>New Stories From Every Corner Of The Globe</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSHPQAP9tpD6Tq2t2123B4hbZeRE4dB7FKPRVKOdDx1ongNadeEbbqTl8aLlHRj3pLyg4MX7B_q3-VLpnEuXomCcyr2RBuo2-f94seGNR7QDF_dwrG5SvyZlEH43vaGkUtKaEZ5dQVjJBbmYOQtbsPe0IgCEG79QGB8o2seBz3HQ3j-HsuqQc9fEoi=s579" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="405" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSHPQAP9tpD6Tq2t2123B4hbZeRE4dB7FKPRVKOdDx1ongNadeEbbqTl8aLlHRj3pLyg4MX7B_q3-VLpnEuXomCcyr2RBuo2-f94seGNR7QDF_dwrG5SvyZlEH43vaGkUtKaEZ5dQVjJBbmYOQtbsPe0IgCEG79QGB8o2seBz3HQ3j-HsuqQc9fEoi=w448-h640" width="448" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There's more than "hanging space" in your wardrobe when you travel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Contents</b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;">Queen Of The Bahamas</div><div style="text-align: center;">by Richard Maddock</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Steamer Down The Nile</div><div style="text-align: center;">by Eric Simmons</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Flight From The Tangier</div><div style="text-align: center;">by Oscar Veitch</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jungle Executioner</div><div style="text-align: center;">by Alan Yates</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Destination China</div><div style="text-align: center;">by Colin Thompson</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Printing History</div><div style="text-align: center;">Transport Publishing Company</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-34054971887813858162022-02-14T14:46:00.003-07:002022-02-14T14:46:27.111-07:00The Man In The Brown Suit by Agatha Christie<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Man In The Brown Suit</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Agatha Christie</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>She matched wits with a master crook.....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi84Rfrc_NyZwYCZr41gW8MbJijkP2rKGMLHoI3PCq6TKq1DHJhE4O0AM3AXJ5l04jrvlbSvP6Bm8J1_SSDhfmXFsWZWbhgP2uHcq2kxsiwP9F4sGpQ-H84Trm6HMeuTU1786e5TkJlFxT14iZConLu5Wl9DLQIk_UpxEVLFVAXlaq-66N0YALDU6va=s352" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="234" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi84Rfrc_NyZwYCZr41gW8MbJijkP2rKGMLHoI3PCq6TKq1DHJhE4O0AM3AXJ5l04jrvlbSvP6Bm8J1_SSDhfmXFsWZWbhgP2uHcq2kxsiwP9F4sGpQ-H84Trm6HMeuTU1786e5TkJlFxT14iZConLu5Wl9DLQIk_UpxEVLFVAXlaq-66N0YALDU6va=w426-h640" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pretty, young Anne Beddingfeld has come to London looking for adventure. But adventure finds her when a strange-smelling man falls off an Underground platform and is electrocuted on the rails. The police verdict is accidental death. But who was the man in the brown suit who examined the body before running away? Armed with only one cryptic clue, Anne is determined to track him down and bring the mysterious killer to justice.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_Kmv653YeMycUSEHLdaelMYZhqjA8ShW0hAbvEYasbaZ45ERm_3lyTAy02QitCF5PTUplx8mh0umQburzvPjEn1blkeSrdJh8AB6-_A4Q_gi7THkNxKwdydMo67PnXgtJrHC3FiNLmiGyw7Ikn-VLGw6U5qOy9hq_QPksObIGOuo927lL6BkxVnqu=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_Kmv653YeMycUSEHLdaelMYZhqjA8ShW0hAbvEYasbaZ45ERm_3lyTAy02QitCF5PTUplx8mh0umQburzvPjEn1blkeSrdJh8AB6-_A4Q_gi7THkNxKwdydMo67PnXgtJrHC3FiNLmiGyw7Ikn-VLGw6U5qOy9hq_QPksObIGOuo927lL6BkxVnqu=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bonus cover</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghirf78D94ucWNga-jjf408Mlwu62hB6jYIEs5M36DbtDOR6Ti1k4BYtQ8g8Q3wW4vQcUR87wDykgzuOmGQYQvYv_sHkL6reVNO3U7-vj_syl0XuZiszPiPX_euEcgrWvILslxt3B3VydgAxJ1qZRhtKunKy6Jy6f9tGu2UlrxoiTC0ctbEi1wSbVb=s394" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="268" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghirf78D94ucWNga-jjf408Mlwu62hB6jYIEs5M36DbtDOR6Ti1k4BYtQ8g8Q3wW4vQcUR87wDykgzuOmGQYQvYv_sHkL6reVNO3U7-vj_syl0XuZiszPiPX_euEcgrWvILslxt3B3VydgAxJ1qZRhtKunKy6Jy6f9tGu2UlrxoiTC0ctbEi1wSbVb=w273-h400" width="273" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie (1890-1976)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1924 Dodd Mead and Company</div><div style="text-align: center;">1949 Dell Books (#319)</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-67947179425146500022022-01-30T15:17:00.003-07:002022-01-30T15:17:29.853-07:00Time To Prey by Frank Kane<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Time To Prey</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Frank Kane</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"This isn't the place to talk," the Chinese girl murmured.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Liddel smiled "Then let's think of better things to do."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzmXuLXh5_64F4WvkBFqICDNd6-SFebIzYvrlYjwbODjYRUnUU0QS__NlK29GZ3twx_Hg_wGzkR-BnZpUrOqZ1HA_Ix2R6-A_xEoD8qpV2nBtlOcFdl0vU2PWHntCi-SiBM9y5x8v2xzX6rNL8_IiRIvX__zdh9Va8U3XZJzgYpw2dN7fvix93QoKe=s475" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="312" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzmXuLXh5_64F4WvkBFqICDNd6-SFebIzYvrlYjwbODjYRUnUU0QS__NlK29GZ3twx_Hg_wGzkR-BnZpUrOqZ1HA_Ix2R6-A_xEoD8qpV2nBtlOcFdl0vU2PWHntCi-SiBM9y5x8v2xzX6rNL8_IiRIvX__zdh9Va8U3XZJzgYpw2dN7fvix93QoKe=w420-h640" width="420" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>It wasn’t his case…his girl…or his problem…but Johnny Liddell had a personal interest in this little caper.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">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 daylights out of him to get the info back, but they did. As a matter of fact, for the first time in his life, Johnny Liddell wasn’t asking for trouble.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4SnJSLgDZp4pQaZn-MNaeTrWRlPjeqcAY38GVtt1hS9lAT6kFqAtHx3el6kL2y66_sz8yD40OW46uU3KqyeUp9z4wyNBcMdCe-SVclZIIj8pTpn2e6lkI0_XgrtAPYUeY5m4tED7EOAbe6ymgIOm1-t8EjRSvEhyKLxgs-8RSCHYZBO3AU74EnfsO=s475" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="317" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4SnJSLgDZp4pQaZn-MNaeTrWRlPjeqcAY38GVtt1hS9lAT6kFqAtHx3el6kL2y66_sz8yD40OW46uU3KqyeUp9z4wyNBcMdCe-SVclZIIj8pTpn2e6lkI0_XgrtAPYUeY5m4tED7EOAbe6ymgIOm1-t8EjRSvEhyKLxgs-8RSCHYZBO3AU74EnfsO=w268-h400" width="268" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">But when a lovely doll invited him to see her later, and murder turned later into never again, Johnny asked in—in to the bloody end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Frank Kane (1912-1968)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dell Publishing Co</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">B159</div><div style="text-align: center;">1960</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">8924</div><div style="text-align: center;">March 1966</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-86825219292818269232022-01-17T09:45:00.001-07:002022-01-17T09:45:14.628-07:00The Cheyenne Payoff by Chet Cunningham<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Cheyenne Payoff</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Chet Cunningham</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cheyenne is a rough and tumble town, grown up from a hell on wheels intercontinental railroad berg full of hustlers, con men, and ladies of the night. And if you want to stay alive, it's a sharp eye and a fast draw.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiMSJ91jgqqKFBsCHZcMts4m8K0VqjaEQ0iCxLYP2RJWygb10ShnnkzEZhCNCYktj14IO7jrwBPzbyuTtEXOlUUFZf-AN2piUD180Fr7LrmxGjzOdxYkwNa21W2U8A55eoFW6LtU-IufvSvVeDYbIiG7-FalXA8b43P4rBoQNx9ddqBME5TwvJgyOQI=s389" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="389" data-original-width="238" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiMSJ91jgqqKFBsCHZcMts4m8K0VqjaEQ0iCxLYP2RJWygb10ShnnkzEZhCNCYktj14IO7jrwBPzbyuTtEXOlUUFZf-AN2piUD180Fr7LrmxGjzOdxYkwNa21W2U8A55eoFW6LtU-IufvSvVeDYbIiG7-FalXA8b43P4rBoQNx9ddqBME5TwvJgyOQI=w392-h640" width="392" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brad Spear came to Cheyenne to find a missing man. Instead, he discovered a burned-out saloon, a dry gulch where men staggered to their death in the scorching sun. A defrocked priest, a killer and rapist whose private hell led him to torture and deception. And an evil so intense it gnawed at the lives of men and women throughout the territory.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But in Cheyenne he also found Lady Jane. Beautiful, sensuous, a woman who could destroy a man or make him love her. Her methods were learned on the streets of London and perfected in the frontier town of Cheyenne. With the help of this remarkable woman, Brad Spear must overturn one of the most powerful conspiracies of the Old West</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Chet Cunningham (1928-2017)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dell/Branbury Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">440-01269</div><div style="text-align: center;">February 1981</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-66890748878793996122022-01-03T16:15:00.007-07:002022-01-03T16:15:56.186-07:00Expectant Nymph by Hank Janson<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Expectant Nymph</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Hank Janson</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why should a world famous stripper suddenly want to avoid being seen?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSq4PZcMF1DfvkU3yKBHD1JFKXLDi2IyCuYOHC8nmDdr63cNhGD-7ZEi_kZznAxp4LAxZTqkvYtufedkHuaMw5P_iZldyvgBSQJC3h9K0qV2dRSgvnOwEjtxHLKWd5C065CRKtxYqGl7N7ODeRGkbs6FRGI_qURIZL6EyINl2AtNabL8hq81_kwt_N=s392" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="233" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSq4PZcMF1DfvkU3yKBHD1JFKXLDi2IyCuYOHC8nmDdr63cNhGD-7ZEi_kZznAxp4LAxZTqkvYtufedkHuaMw5P_iZldyvgBSQJC3h9K0qV2dRSgvnOwEjtxHLKWd5C065CRKtxYqGl7N7ODeRGkbs6FRGI_qURIZL6EyINl2AtNabL8hq81_kwt_N=w380-h640" width="380" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When Hank Jason is given a routine assignment to interview a retired gangster, he doesn't expect to be de-panted by a mysterious young woman. And neither does he expect to go swimming in the raw with a beautiful international stripper who has been seen au naturel by an estimated 10 million men. But it's all in a day's and night's work to the Chicago Chronicle's ace reporter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Stephen D Francis</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">New International Library</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gold Star Books IL7-32</div><div style="text-align: center;">August 1964</div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-49092020915757545002021-12-24T15:52:00.002-07:002021-12-26T08:32:20.510-07:00Christmas 2021<p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Merry Christmas 2021</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgko5qhNq5rqv-rNLnvltai_DqaGhLt1bZXlWNWgj10HwVe0gOLn9SznYHHEHCvJ8Xnh3_MfVneVXxXTVKQGX43OVoE7jHu_M1Hp7fu4ZqMNwLdLviKiqKhlU4-0BhZlUHA1eHgJmNnUTBPD7NMfPrM9xxuxzw61s96yKcYLM8QoPxDRGhqnsp8RoUb=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgko5qhNq5rqv-rNLnvltai_DqaGhLt1bZXlWNWgj10HwVe0gOLn9SznYHHEHCvJ8Xnh3_MfVneVXxXTVKQGX43OVoE7jHu_M1Hp7fu4ZqMNwLdLviKiqKhlU4-0BhZlUHA1eHgJmNnUTBPD7NMfPrM9xxuxzw61s96yKcYLM8QoPxDRGhqnsp8RoUb=w400-h225" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><b>A Carter Brown Christmas tale</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhapyvQ_KWla4dCrxmYnvos9l3c4VTroNmfGoOgKxJKjTl4inSLxM65xRFiwvCHNwyUU_T17SKZldEgIrp4XVQxTZpgHLnGaaNdnXH5-fEgwrmOZX7FX0aiHyStMoIlUg31M3Qc3GWUHH9YhVhAxqVbEvueixDPNTnNCoWP976mYE-3Q8GNfvlHnGZC=s640" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="409" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhapyvQ_KWla4dCrxmYnvos9l3c4VTroNmfGoOgKxJKjTl4inSLxM65xRFiwvCHNwyUU_T17SKZldEgIrp4XVQxTZpgHLnGaaNdnXH5-fEgwrmOZX7FX0aiHyStMoIlUg31M3Qc3GWUHH9YhVhAxqVbEvueixDPNTnNCoWP976mYE-3Q8GNfvlHnGZC=w410-h640" width="410" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-81239581428208786452021-10-18T18:57:00.005-06:002021-10-18T18:57:31.805-06:00Time Clock Of Death by George Snyder<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Time Clock Of Death</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by George Snyder</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Nick's mission was to find the jet before the ultimatum runs out!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwk9XsV6dsgcZEB4fLEbOJSlAUgt-i1vksLrx3tJEkOPbYW7lK1QmG9eB1535SPvL1YlmeXl_CzhyaoUtMtbgAiEUrEk_v77gs2mQnsmZVQjobaais4H5YlqT9FkEsDLvG90MQZsGxcuk/s400/NCTime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="245" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwk9XsV6dsgcZEB4fLEbOJSlAUgt-i1vksLrx3tJEkOPbYW7lK1QmG9eB1535SPvL1YlmeXl_CzhyaoUtMtbgAiEUrEk_v77gs2mQnsmZVQjobaais4H5YlqT9FkEsDLvG90MQZsGxcuk/w392-h640/NCTime.jpg" width="392" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>This was the ultimate in hijacking. Russia's super-secret jet, stolen from a New York airport, whisked from under the noses of guards. Hidden, but where? Nobody knew who had master-minded the plan, but Russia knew who had to be blamed, and if they didn't get a satisfactory answer from the United States, the missiles would take off. Nick Carter's only clue were a few garbled words from a dying man.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpg0XSF5FKT4A_k5pkF5TQk253o9JAfswsNMw_P4K3kI2ouiyY9EEw3tQ9EkHqdLUXMKilAw-wZzykQAersRmande5aIaO_hLol8MPqJOpSdHK6nUywUdVqlSrSDAsDS7s3Di9yNg0a3k/s640/NCTimeclock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="390" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpg0XSF5FKT4A_k5pkF5TQk253o9JAfswsNMw_P4K3kI2ouiyY9EEw3tQ9EkHqdLUXMKilAw-wZzykQAersRmande5aIaO_hLol8MPqJOpSdHK6nUywUdVqlSrSDAsDS7s3Di9yNg0a3k/w244-h400/NCTimeclock.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Time was running out. Russian missiles were programmed to attack. Their target, the United States. The Soviet's super-spy plane had been hijacked and the Kremlin blamed the Americans. But nobody knew who was really behind the plot, or how the hijackers got away with their fantastic feat. Nick Carter only had a few hours to find the missing plane. All he had to go on were a few garbled words from a dying man's lips and a beautiful women with an expensive taste for the bizarre.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bonus Cover</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3sQ6KgoXX4CDG4r53GC5YHWr4xZrBfXMbfiFP9Zc-IeyhFiWoWA-B-Wj4v44ekmF6cppVFIhatCWTPUycZrhwU3Y7uqpzz9RV_GzqMnD8PKkfu0pPmeeiP7YkHCnm6IX_gVdmP-5CHA/s381/NCTime68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="242" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3sQ6KgoXX4CDG4r53GC5YHWr4xZrBfXMbfiFP9Zc-IeyhFiWoWA-B-Wj4v44ekmF6cppVFIhatCWTPUycZrhwU3Y7uqpzz9RV_GzqMnD8PKkfu0pPmeeiP7YkHCnm6IX_gVdmP-5CHA/w254-h400/NCTime68.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by George Snyder</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div style="text-align: center;">Award Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing (A656X) June 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">2nd Printing (AN1092) Oct 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;">3rd Printing (AQ1370) Nov 1974</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Tandem Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing (426 5581) 1971</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426 7421) Dec 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426 17419) </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Charter Communications Inc</div><div style="text-align: center;">Charter Books</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">441-81025</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Star Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (352 30587) 1979,1981</div></div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-60387243437984500282021-10-16T19:19:00.001-06:002021-10-16T19:19:16.559-06:00The Arab Plague/The Slavemaster by Jon Messman <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Arab Plague/The Slavemaster</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Jon Messman</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A mind-altering drug used to blackmail the world</div><div style="text-align: center;">A terrifying new twist on the slave trade</div><div style="text-align: center;">An assignment for Nick Carter that can't succeed, but dare not fail</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipB7mU0kdhRmrBmcnXl-V4My4gnshXXlsRudCZeE2FvjhNP3lqGobW_thGXJnL05O1jc1TWw5iVekKOF1LvNEiBNbAFRY9IlRdnCo5RE3VNVcrY_clzeVzSux66LTBaUk5Nv7WvpzzNuM/s400/NCArabPlague3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="251" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipB7mU0kdhRmrBmcnXl-V4My4gnshXXlsRudCZeE2FvjhNP3lqGobW_thGXJnL05O1jc1TWw5iVekKOF1LvNEiBNbAFRY9IlRdnCo5RE3VNVcrY_clzeVzSux66LTBaUk5Nv7WvpzzNuM/w402-h640/NCArabPlague3.jpg" width="402" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A primitive Arab town tormented by a merciless sun.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A stinking hellhole call the salve market.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A merchant of human flesh who doubles as a spy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">An American agent grown soft on the job.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRPj0FvfZ2YezT7t336P9LwWjWAqeMG2JEKFNzC6FvClL70RWdcgeIiTj9NBsH87oM-fd7EDEyYjQzOnhUlmPEz9FHTyWcAm3fpdMsDt3Og9Ld8H6Dr9be2iPUptb1dPRUtZpH3UvfrM/s384/Arab4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="235" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRPj0FvfZ2YezT7t336P9LwWjWAqeMG2JEKFNzC6FvClL70RWdcgeIiTj9NBsH87oM-fd7EDEyYjQzOnhUlmPEz9FHTyWcAm3fpdMsDt3Og9Ld8H6Dr9be2iPUptb1dPRUtZpH3UvfrM/w245-h400/Arab4.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Strange pieces in an espionage puzzle that Nick Carter must solve. It begins with the suspected sellout of intelligence information. And it climaxes with a nightmare struggle for power that must, but can't, be won.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTTyk5VD0FMGgHM978olyfCGSvhlgcWM2smVCAPt06Jy2GZ0C4aChOXrIt_I6nA391CqW8tg-8gxaz1Qk0wX-HoNcUrbvk_3KAf2vo_Uffh8v7Ccy38YX1OG5UtbhsLKkzV2Afb0DLH0/s397/Arab5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="241" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTTyk5VD0FMGgHM978olyfCGSvhlgcWM2smVCAPt06Jy2GZ0C4aChOXrIt_I6nA391CqW8tg-8gxaz1Qk0wX-HoNcUrbvk_3KAf2vo_Uffh8v7Ccy38YX1OG5UtbhsLKkzV2Afb0DLH0/w242-h400/Arab5.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A diabolical clever espionage plot is behind the bizarre behavior of the world's leaders. there are sudden defections, incredible policy reversals, and shattered diplomatic relations. All heading toward mass hysteria and worldwide disaster. AXE agent Nick Carter's assignment is to find the mastermind playing the global death game before the world explodes. His hunt leads him to the desert stronghold of a satanic Arab. A macabre madman who uses cunning brutality and mind altering drugs on beautiful women for a new twist on the old slave trade.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bonus Cover</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKd58_4L9Jhpetk_8aIE465xY2LdVeP6LVvx6cCukafSU6Cpt9LNuSGEDfaLHLgV6OjbRy9okVndChyNzAlot0u_7FdswMu0AyXuU-eXFTblMgvhCpx_SrLR3RQlb7F7jQq7Io4DFEj2M/s640/NCSlavemaster2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="398" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKd58_4L9Jhpetk_8aIE465xY2LdVeP6LVvx6cCukafSU6Cpt9LNuSGEDfaLHLgV6OjbRy9okVndChyNzAlot0u_7FdswMu0AyXuU-eXFTblMgvhCpx_SrLR3RQlb7F7jQq7Io4DFEj2M/w249-h400/NCSlavemaster2.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Jon Messman (1920-2004)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div style="text-align: center;">Award Series</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st (A583X) February 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">2nd (AQ1513) January 1976</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tandem Series</div><div style="text-align: center;">As <i>The Slavemaster</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint 1971</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426 12765) May 1973</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Universal Edition</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426 12765)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Star Edition</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426 19078) 1979</div><div style="text-align: center;">As The Arab Plague</div><p></p>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-6354432183917793902021-10-15T19:51:00.001-06:002021-10-15T19:51:07.051-06:00China Coaster by Don Smith<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">China Coaster</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Don Smith</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_7z48gXXffeeOddCnXWOT5cuC0x4IQx6tZvUVqcWn1gJmMkXTIJFFQOyQiV3JNLRXG-pSOfhkPE-dbK5alkl9VO7Av-IyT9SLFjmogUaF6lt9DqKERJXSgNhUX63fEgvri3rLNe5VJY/s473/Coast3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="473" data-original-width="318" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_7z48gXXffeeOddCnXWOT5cuC0x4IQx6tZvUVqcWn1gJmMkXTIJFFQOyQiV3JNLRXG-pSOfhkPE-dbK5alkl9VO7Av-IyT9SLFjmogUaF6lt9DqKERJXSgNhUX63fEgvri3rLNe5VJY/w430-h640/Coast3.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When rough, tough Mike O'Connor smashes his way into Red China's sinister underworld in search of a brutal killer, the twisted trail leads him through opium dens, "flower houses", and slave markets - to a lushly beautiful white adventuress and a blood-chilling climax.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIGOIheWM6ONbUzdY_ctoWkCfyNIRS-67TTrEsLjRs-SBiNq7W0xUTpIAROMZXhcgX1laXOaHv9fqp300jMdDCxmP2kf8DBxjIyVlFVknR4EzCGeyEwM5QCGiJdHAZgpdlbVUj4QnKbI/s1527/Coast2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1527" data-original-width="1085" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIGOIheWM6ONbUzdY_ctoWkCfyNIRS-67TTrEsLjRs-SBiNq7W0xUTpIAROMZXhcgX1laXOaHv9fqp300jMdDCxmP2kf8DBxjIyVlFVknR4EzCGeyEwM5QCGiJdHAZgpdlbVUj4QnKbI/w284-h400/Coast2.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Don Smith</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Henry Holt and Company</div><div style="text-align: center;">January 1953</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Popular Library</div><div style="text-align: center;">#522</div><div style="text-align: center;">September 1953</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">G-443</div><div style="text-align: center;">January 1960</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-12458762221602935112021-10-12T20:28:00.001-06:002021-10-12T20:28:09.630-06:00The Lady Killer by Rod Gray<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Lady Killer</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Rod Gray</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>When L.U.S.T. and H.A.T.E. indulge in horseplay, the game smacks of death</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYuDYc1aWTJ0CG02BU6jWsRoEm7__YhIzjLEvgaOOX0gIWfeDOv2XwR12WSfYjVva051XYscCvS_hVB0zWZoo_s3Y69pHMP7LqENzlJ1HEyfmn_BZVeDuiAez0FTwws1vB6CoV1wOxqWE/s500/Lady+Killer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="300" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYuDYc1aWTJ0CG02BU6jWsRoEm7__YhIzjLEvgaOOX0gIWfeDOv2XwR12WSfYjVva051XYscCvS_hVB0zWZoo_s3Y69pHMP7LqENzlJ1HEyfmn_BZVeDuiAez0FTwws1vB6CoV1wOxqWE/w384-h640/Lady+Killer.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Dope Death Dike & Drum</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">The drug market is threatened when a tam of doctors discover Terathon, the miracle cure for heroin addiction. To protect its investment H.A.T.E. orders the deaths of four scientists and the kidnapping of Eve Drum. The man they hire for the job is a lady. But when the beautiful lesbian tangles with the worlds sexiest spy, Oh Oh Sex comes out on top</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Jim Conway</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tower Publications Inc</div><div style="text-align: center;">Belmont Tower Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">#50838</div><div style="text-align: center;">August 1975</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-3932971603992520122021-10-10T16:47:00.003-06:002021-10-10T16:47:13.759-06:00Sex Mates Of A Chess Mistress by Ted Mark<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Sex Mates Of A Chess Mistress</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Ted Mark</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The fun and games of an erotic queen!</b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptQkOozpo2HHZVJYfQaPCJGkxMZy7LHqIooBrhzBLd71rT22NqnN1SsUkUkIk-K3MFG7Od63TEaddmwl7tj_spRJnFpE4TDWMNxx1rA400Ww4bYFXbS1gQ3ZxGLXd6nX9nsyY8Nwl5RA/s388/Chess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="388" data-original-width="233" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptQkOozpo2HHZVJYfQaPCJGkxMZy7LHqIooBrhzBLd71rT22NqnN1SsUkUkIk-K3MFG7Od63TEaddmwl7tj_spRJnFpE4TDWMNxx1rA400Ww4bYFXbS1gQ3ZxGLXd6nX9nsyY8Nwl5RA/w384-h640/Chess.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>You just had to squeeze her!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When a voluptuous sixteen year old girl got arrested for rape,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When she used her days and nights in a woman's reformatory to expand her sensuous horizons,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When she turned chess into the ultimate erotic game as she took on all comers in bed and on the board,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Even Regina Blue, the greatest sex-pert of them all, had to agree</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Barbie Was Quite a Doll!</b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Theodore Mark Gottfried (1928-2004)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dell Publishing Company, Inc</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dell Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">440-07961</div><div style="text-align: center;">July 1975</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-47130372554535516892021-10-05T20:11:00.003-06:002021-10-05T20:11:42.543-06:00Good-Knife Sweetheart by Carter Brown<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Good-Knife Sweetheart</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Carter Brown</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>With a million bucks to gain and nothing to lose why would she remember old friends? </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>So it was lights out and …..</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxnot6-1vw4MZAOzHGoC4N08Y19vPobOIVbYxQkJMqmcay4sfo7AYjLwst4-ZwJddHJHiGy5rkIWZoGTgpQFIs4Qk6FXG15bpeVkDmm-MwayotQUfUn_PerM0yYEl_UkWviy2y8Ur_1Q/s697/CBGood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxnot6-1vw4MZAOzHGoC4N08Y19vPobOIVbYxQkJMqmcay4sfo7AYjLwst4-ZwJddHJHiGy5rkIWZoGTgpQFIs4Qk6FXG15bpeVkDmm-MwayotQUfUn_PerM0yYEl_UkWviy2y8Ur_1Q/w460-h640/CBGood.jpg" width="460" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Cover by Bernard Blackburn</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alan G Yates (1922-1985)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Transport Publishing Company</div><div style="text-align: center;">for and on behalf of Horwitz Publications, Inc</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Novelette Series 1954</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0otPzjZy6iGfUdViJdsm3iaek0pefb1pAAu4HO6QB6zQd1gpSnyeYyqRi-FtvWoWTvTuKsDx9UM4mBuQ_k3OhW0FiTrm5PFYWnznDbDvSonUhMZA0DlsTaB4GxY6rM_qoC9jTKPmuePk/s1024/CBCollector12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="658" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0otPzjZy6iGfUdViJdsm3iaek0pefb1pAAu4HO6QB6zQd1gpSnyeYyqRi-FtvWoWTvTuKsDx9UM4mBuQ_k3OhW0FiTrm5PFYWnznDbDvSonUhMZA0DlsTaB4GxY6rM_qoC9jTKPmuePk/w258-h400/CBCollector12.jpg" width="258" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Cover by Bernard Blackburn</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">First Collectors' Series Volume 12 (1955)</div><div style="text-align: center;">w/<i>Homicide Harem</i> and <i>Poison Ivy</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">as Good Knife Sweetheart</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_WgOaRZjNP_6MyvFLjjFmvwx0OEg_MbQ6FPLPfRAz-qtUlvIxBk8aYEFbQdybEpRNQLPtPdM5oBDMWcfB-NCzUfc49eYqin5YkQ9kpzjkkRT-PAZz6dAfkcNHHZxl5KbSSo09MIVCNQ/s400/CBKnife2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="240" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_WgOaRZjNP_6MyvFLjjFmvwx0OEg_MbQ6FPLPfRAz-qtUlvIxBk8aYEFbQdybEpRNQLPtPdM5oBDMWcfB-NCzUfc49eYqin5YkQ9kpzjkkRT-PAZz6dAfkcNHHZxl5KbSSo09MIVCNQ/w240-h400/CBKnife2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Second Collectors' Series Vol 1 #10 (1957)</div><div style="text-align: center;">w/<i>Wreath For Rebecca</i> and <i>Perfumed Poison</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">as Good Knife Sweetheart</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNh-sBQD0-A786-G6DtzmgV4GIw0lVdpQkRMu9DMnBnpPqBQ6yRRgT3-7jX5bkyAGtScljT02AGSWLvK3xNDOhCYLv-KT1ZJS9SoJFAf74vcECC8ohwBU-Yb8qWUoNrqxeA4K5UDN9YKw/s758/CBGood2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="758" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNh-sBQD0-A786-G6DtzmgV4GIw0lVdpQkRMu9DMnBnpPqBQ6yRRgT3-7jX5bkyAGtScljT02AGSWLvK3xNDOhCYLv-KT1ZJS9SoJFAf74vcECC8ohwBU-Yb8qWUoNrqxeA4K5UDN9YKw/w264-h400/CBGood2.jpg" width="264" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Cover by Theo Batten</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Second Collectors Series Vol 2 #10 (July 1960)</div><div style="text-align: center;">w/<i>Curves For A Coroner</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">as Good Knife Sweetie</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-77994603914951915632021-10-04T19:16:00.003-06:002021-10-04T19:16:24.455-06:00The Cobra Kill by Manning Lee Stokes <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Cobra Kill</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Manning Lee Stokes</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The high price of dying on an ultra lethal assignment</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIo3JtQPjM4IrT611XOb0xL6rBvUL7lvE1IZK5Yc8M-4elnrAG5CtLieCDYGONgS8ECY8Dm-fylK2Rq1IqpPDMgpdkWHxaiWUiMbEiEfbic5k_E-zaSsTOMjHVnaEcKWwQr1V2XYPNQs/s384/NCCobra5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="236" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIo3JtQPjM4IrT611XOb0xL6rBvUL7lvE1IZK5Yc8M-4elnrAG5CtLieCDYGONgS8ECY8Dm-fylK2Rq1IqpPDMgpdkWHxaiWUiMbEiEfbic5k_E-zaSsTOMjHVnaEcKWwQr1V2XYPNQs/w394-h640/NCCobra5.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">For openers, it cost Nick $10,000 just to find out that his quarry, once the most powerful communist in Indonesia, was hidden in the Malayan jungle. Then there was the added expense of physical energy bedding the nymphomaniacal daughter of Malaysia's top intelligence minister. Just to find out that her information was not nearly enough. Plus the loss of a lot of valuable sleep wondering whether his sultry guide was interested in him for sex or simply to lure him on for the kill. And the closer Nick came to completing the assignment, the surer he was that the ultimate balance would have to be paid with his life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0o7xMpG4Cq7zch1I5qKyPm2t0lN2M9Xtp75PghoRUGqJMRNwEbFjTpwnFv2Hg09L3gl75P4Rty2CZ3H0NOyYhzIEKdi4kHNK4Stm7crHpAcWv6J0-MvSpuvoWpc9pkzOnhh3f1Kxevo/s385/NCCobra7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="237" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0o7xMpG4Cq7zch1I5qKyPm2t0lN2M9Xtp75PghoRUGqJMRNwEbFjTpwnFv2Hg09L3gl75P4Rty2CZ3H0NOyYhzIEKdi4kHNK4Stm7crHpAcWv6J0-MvSpuvoWpc9pkzOnhh3f1Kxevo/w246-h400/NCCobra7.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It took the lure of the wild, bizarre manhunt to get Nick Carter out of Hong Kong and into Malaysia. It took an exotic nymphomaniac to give Nick the information he needed to start his murder mission alive. It took a the savage native seductress to lead Nick through the Malaysian jungle to find his quarry, Lim Yang, the famous Red Cobra. And it took Nick no time to realize he was deep in hot action, deadly coincidences, and enough double crosses to plunge him straight into a death trap.</div><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Bonus Covers</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYgmMYR915Eh4ni8T7GGJAXsebX3wkk_OVEoOq8VOZCAKUpDgG_jG4fAVUceNxXFFfEvQcH8CaPk-3-Jj4C6_Rd5ff8HYrtS-SNsUJ2b2j6somc8Ta9esnVpvJu267S4OOE3G86-PFw8/s392/NCCobra6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="236" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYgmMYR915Eh4ni8T7GGJAXsebX3wkk_OVEoOq8VOZCAKUpDgG_jG4fAVUceNxXFFfEvQcH8CaPk-3-Jj4C6_Rd5ff8HYrtS-SNsUJ2b2j6somc8Ta9esnVpvJu267S4OOE3G86-PFw8/w241-h400/NCCobra6.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5bV2XVUCOCFW089ZBKsr4k2dnyZHlpJPZnIpDldXzwnfC5NcUAFCZtjkdQp4JSky5lwXO7NGgGwHDkoBwNNO4IH6JjRnx4XUb1gttzolwdLkw79Bn53UdUZWxTMVU2aoBMLx3p4ThKJ8/s381/NCCobra9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="233" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5bV2XVUCOCFW089ZBKsr4k2dnyZHlpJPZnIpDldXzwnfC5NcUAFCZtjkdQp4JSky5lwXO7NGgGwHDkoBwNNO4IH6JjRnx4XUb1gttzolwdLkw79Bn53UdUZWxTMVU2aoBMLx3p4ThKJ8/w245-h400/NCCobra9.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Manning Lee Stokes (1911-1976)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div style="text-align: center;">Award Series</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>1st Printing (A495X) 1969</div><div>2nd Printing (A924S) 1972</div><div>3rd Printing (AN1244) 1974</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tandem Series</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>1st Printing (426 4239) 1969/1970</div><div>Reprint (426 5418) 1971</div><div>Reprint (426 7376) Dec 1972</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Universal Books</div><div>Reprint (426 17355) 1977</div><div><br /></div><div>Star Books</div><div>Reprint (352 30665) 1980, 1981, 1985</div><div><br /></div></div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-2975639383263464372021-10-02T19:08:00.001-06:002021-10-02T19:08:03.402-06:00The Living Death by Jon Messman<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Living Death</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Jon Messman</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A new kind of enemy. A new kind of destruction. </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>As Nick Carter becomes the decoy in a deadly game of biological warfare.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnyqxGqRCocTt8PoWPaEE3NOoBFSf00asEaLosacBeJ-GZUnodzhBxW6t9ehcJQqSosOfo-tYu_6CilEGjso3GiXEoGJrlIliB1i7q2krUnXHQkOGFgJ6U-G7UF5UZpoamrstrLnXeo8/s384/Living3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="236" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBnyqxGqRCocTt8PoWPaEE3NOoBFSf00asEaLosacBeJ-GZUnodzhBxW6t9ehcJQqSosOfo-tYu_6CilEGjso3GiXEoGJrlIliB1i7q2krUnXHQkOGFgJ6U-G7UF5UZpoamrstrLnXeo8/w394-h640/Living3.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Target: The best scientific minds in the world.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Weapon: Secret, undetectable, and always fatal.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1M5_YotpSrKudzLa7DPAslyPCbSvdWQiikcrcFw6dCLif2xrQ3v9AbTpAYZOAZXcjvhIbVbi1Y2WwHprNsSo3kWXrOGVb8vXTZHIMd2Lj00QCL0ofaM49GN4q02kSmLKwLtaVknBIKY/s400/NCLivingDeath4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="262" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1M5_YotpSrKudzLa7DPAslyPCbSvdWQiikcrcFw6dCLif2xrQ3v9AbTpAYZOAZXcjvhIbVbi1Y2WwHprNsSo3kWXrOGVb8vXTZHIMd2Lj00QCL0ofaM49GN4q02kSmLKwLtaVknBIKY/w263-h400/NCLivingDeath4.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Seven of the world's most brilliant scientists had suddenly become vegetables. Living dead men whose brains had been butchered by an unknown source. This was a new enemy. Experimenting with germ warfare. Doing its horrifying work with brutal effectiveness. It was Nick Carter's job to find out who was behind this terror. Even if it meant using himself as bait for an unseen opponent whose lethal discoveries might well condemn him to The Living Death.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwHa7PQ2c_RqjVKyXmPxwQIwoxfA1fw5JzriQvsnSgW9hMaTroGZLO0WN2JdQp7d1fT8xqZ2UVfnvzFRz5XXyeWlvSu83LT96ZVQPF5R5x_16Tgl93g7FBfpdLjoASRumeYeSHDbtHcY/s640/NCLivingDeath3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="420" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwHa7PQ2c_RqjVKyXmPxwQIwoxfA1fw5JzriQvsnSgW9hMaTroGZLO0WN2JdQp7d1fT8xqZ2UVfnvzFRz5XXyeWlvSu83LT96ZVQPF5R5x_16Tgl93g7FBfpdLjoASRumeYeSHDbtHcY/w263-h400/NCLivingDeath3.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">As usual Nick Carter was prepared for action and primed to kill, But this time killing was the easy part. The action was something else. It came in the form of an English Blonde, a stacked sexual Italian, and a sultry Swiss packages that could drive any man wild or out of his mind. Or in the case of Nick, give him a definite head start towards certain death.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bonus Covers</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofOjuY7dEB_ZP5zuzxXQx_OwQ0omjP2VTT4mPWsHIAcoeLnnssHJlMwcc2C0nDguexC_iLnPvdZvydaZScK8KH8yoKeQzoRhMTT9kKPpGgz5BF_TdxvBJ8rQqsMD0y4LFkqUpRfgXw4w/s379/Living1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="230" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofOjuY7dEB_ZP5zuzxXQx_OwQ0omjP2VTT4mPWsHIAcoeLnnssHJlMwcc2C0nDguexC_iLnPvdZvydaZScK8KH8yoKeQzoRhMTT9kKPpGgz5BF_TdxvBJ8rQqsMD0y4LFkqUpRfgXw4w/w242-h400/Living1.jpg" width="242" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>George Gross Cover</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojj2g3UEid-QGyDKGDLnfX3oJyExwnqKqQsCNtNu8d1KVRgBN-SfGI92kCN9RmwFqqwQKoGf0hCdftnnbwanQRgtIdRb-fuIgKc2skx_abw-_muI1mD_LKt3prLaioXFdXglm9sd1s-M/s386/Living4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="241" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojj2g3UEid-QGyDKGDLnfX3oJyExwnqKqQsCNtNu8d1KVRgBN-SfGI92kCN9RmwFqqwQKoGf0hCdftnnbwanQRgtIdRb-fuIgKc2skx_abw-_muI1mD_LKt3prLaioXFdXglm9sd1s-M/w250-h400/Living4.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Jon Messman (1920-2004)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div style="text-align: center;">Award Series</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing (A496X) 1969</div><div style="text-align: center;">2nd Printing (A922S) 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">3rd Printing (AN1103) Jan 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;">4th Printing (AQ1561) March 1976</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Charter Communications Inc</div><div style="text-align: center;">Charter Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">(441-48541) January 1982</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tandem Series</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing(4247) 1969</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (4247) 1971</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426 4247 Dec 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;">Universal (426 17312) 1977</div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-25313027348141386982021-09-28T16:18:00.001-06:002021-09-28T16:19:00.085-06:00The Sea Trap by Jon Messman<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Sea Trap</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Jon Messman</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A crazed scientist challenges Nick Carter to a death duel at the bottom of the sea</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht8xWqKxXAcHoFkFPewbj8if3f7DOxTFRdAtJ5Yh7YJ760Ym76vqBzZPhzGzjqM0QcUeGKw1ShJA0WSRwhXYVolT8IUKFZ4hsNB0lnG6H7Qaqmu_b9HMNFKlbUFP5VSBqhsWemhzCnvgQ/s400/NCSeaTrap3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="254" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht8xWqKxXAcHoFkFPewbj8if3f7DOxTFRdAtJ5Yh7YJ760Ym76vqBzZPhzGzjqM0QcUeGKw1ShJA0WSRwhXYVolT8IUKFZ4hsNB0lnG6H7Qaqmu_b9HMNFKlbUFP5VSBqhsWemhzCnvgQ/w406-h640/NCSeaTrap3.jpg" width="406" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">A monster weapon hidden at the bottom of the sea:</b> It could destroy nuclear subs as if they were children's toys. It had already crushed four subs with their crews trapped inside.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">A brilliant scientist with an insane sexual obsession:</b> He would work for anyone so long as they gave him a never ending supply of virgins to debauch.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">An island stronghold guarded by a string of hard-core convicts:</b> It held an opulent palace from which a madman issued an ultimatum. The World in his grasp or the simultaneous destruction of every American nuclear sub!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwXVhCUfF2KWx84VKXfiNxYXdwvALtENvJAjcMz4dSCXPfJF3SUKBPzKgFaC1Nvh6LGI3_o7s2h_j_mo1ozjAv3MSiql0UCuFBdmraczPoHcWKzn87lNRZQ4jiM0pd5R4Z42O6hBv1HI/s380/Trap3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="233" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwXVhCUfF2KWx84VKXfiNxYXdwvALtENvJAjcMz4dSCXPfJF3SUKBPzKgFaC1Nvh6LGI3_o7s2h_j_mo1ozjAv3MSiql0UCuFBdmraczPoHcWKzn87lNRZQ4jiM0pd5R4Z42O6hBv1HI/w245-h400/Trap3.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was an incredible, fantastic, and bizarre threat. But too possible to ignore. The United States assigned its super-secret espionage network, AXE, and their top operative, Nick Carter, to hand the assignment. It turned out to be a Top-Priority manhunt for his arch enemy Mr Judas. Nick had to beware of Judas' personal bodyguard. A giant Mongol programmed to kill on sight. And a harem of lovely young ladies kept on drugs. All this and destroy an undersea arsenal used against intruders.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bonus Covers</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67595C4-YyO3OnK_lRQ6ENQ3Lv4cH97SmEnqZOHfOqUZkS1SMK-P5O8cEPhbD8axS8Zpk2iZ3b96Fz4MoVZdVyAS7FHYCeaBI1nYXLz7M7b-p0SDRnmwyt6tY4TG6kCLBbGEXJEcxlAk/s381/Trap2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="235" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67595C4-YyO3OnK_lRQ6ENQ3Lv4cH97SmEnqZOHfOqUZkS1SMK-P5O8cEPhbD8axS8Zpk2iZ3b96Fz4MoVZdVyAS7FHYCeaBI1nYXLz7M7b-p0SDRnmwyt6tY4TG6kCLBbGEXJEcxlAk/w246-h400/Trap2.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvwFZR-9SuftP6mXyyDltgDt48UHVww0mhNuyoRqjmKUpYcwgSXyDiLjhUY7qPQFtlyd9f7pAbWcNb7IUQk6vbFNGT3Cy6IR_eGNuIPQviJ_2lIjgdClAIaaVdYKu0T07Rp__7vzXyho/s400/NCSeaTrap2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="254" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvwFZR-9SuftP6mXyyDltgDt48UHVww0mhNuyoRqjmKUpYcwgSXyDiLjhUY7qPQFtlyd9f7pAbWcNb7IUQk6vbFNGT3Cy6IR_eGNuIPQviJ_2lIjgdClAIaaVdYKu0T07Rp__7vzXyho/w254-h400/NCSeaTrap2.jpg" width="254" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Jon Messman (1920-2004)</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div style="text-align: center;">Award Series</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing (A442X) 1969</div><div style="text-align: center;">2nd Printing (A648X) 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">3rd Printing (A921S) 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tandem Series</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing(7317) 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (7317) 1971</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426 7317) Dec 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;">Star (426 7317) 1979</div></div><div><br /></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-29985528317141924732021-09-26T20:02:00.001-06:002021-09-26T20:02:09.367-06:00Berlin by Jon Messman <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Berlin</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Jon Messman</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A beautiful woman is Nick Carter's only lead in the hunt for a "new" Hitler, </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ready to seize power again.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YlKUO5RbxDatC1NfYYadiejPEmICiqOfpcAJtQZtePXm-Uzfd0gMJSIJSxBoxQdNUFJ5AEyteC6IG7AU3EJu4nM3q3_os5mNAYWQmQE78ezvHukMyJnRN3jylyNu6EkS9397cB5R3-U/s400/NCBerlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="260" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YlKUO5RbxDatC1NfYYadiejPEmICiqOfpcAJtQZtePXm-Uzfd0gMJSIJSxBoxQdNUFJ5AEyteC6IG7AU3EJu4nM3q3_os5mNAYWQmQE78ezvHukMyJnRN3jylyNu6EkS9397cB5R3-U/w416-h640/NCBerlin.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The first man</b> knew too much. So they shattered his body in a thousand pieces before he could give a shred of information.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The second man</b> lived in terror. Death had pursued him through a lifetime devoted to espionage. When they pumped a bullet through his throat, he was not even surprised.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The third man</b> was a lot tougher to knock off. His name was Nick Carter and he was ordered to pursue the assignment that had killed the other two.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUugElRwS3IvbFo_CRHnr8vnmCVeWOYa-jj1uRzIvBKuIFFDxr05jw5Dt4pxU3so5tMlV9myKFRva5JXoOU4RQB3-iUZwcNVoHQJEX5D58USQgcJjy7LGV7yXT7uQZI_Tu_BF6hocEvuA/s381/NCBerlin5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="240" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUugElRwS3IvbFo_CRHnr8vnmCVeWOYa-jj1uRzIvBKuIFFDxr05jw5Dt4pxU3so5tMlV9myKFRva5JXoOU4RQB3-iUZwcNVoHQJEX5D58USQgcJjy7LGV7yXT7uQZI_Tu_BF6hocEvuA/w253-h400/NCBerlin5.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This time around, Nick Carter had to destroy the fanatic leader of Germany's neo-Nazi underground. A man wearing a known and trusted face. And hell bent on becoming the next Fuehrer. For Nick the assignment begins with a blonde doing a strip-tease in a bedroom of an ancient castle on the Rhine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0JwQNiYMZRjJfdNrDSsZmlHCY9twkjIdmfnsSpcCorOYKL0Pdk3n22TcodGfDQqzNRj1tyqCD90sH_0_QCwOQIie5DP9HjqVIM8j2mgRlYokihJ7K2ozekwKc1UDqFrGaaTpLHzgL9fU/s394/NCBerlin7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="242" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0JwQNiYMZRjJfdNrDSsZmlHCY9twkjIdmfnsSpcCorOYKL0Pdk3n22TcodGfDQqzNRj1tyqCD90sH_0_QCwOQIie5DP9HjqVIM8j2mgRlYokihJ7K2ozekwKc1UDqFrGaaTpLHzgL9fU/w246-h400/NCBerlin7.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sex, money, and death were closely linked in this Nick Carter assignment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sex meant Helga, the beautiful blond Nick fished out of the Rhine more dead than alive.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Money, billions of dollars, fueled the activities of the neo-Nazis. But whose money? Who was spending a fortune to help another Fuehrer grab power in Germany?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAud-j0VMv1Rajl8vSsXbwYdIRMEKVcAbjaDeYG4cBFdCV82ujruNkDTi5dpD7wYwwL0I79S-wlYg46W0o-rGgFi230ESvxJkcYBBzDL5ZQQM7jDJwvkz0OZ5hfZ6wKZY2YMhK-GDzybE/s320/NCBerlin3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="201" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAud-j0VMv1Rajl8vSsXbwYdIRMEKVcAbjaDeYG4cBFdCV82ujruNkDTi5dpD7wYwwL0I79S-wlYg46W0o-rGgFi230ESvxJkcYBBzDL5ZQQM7jDJwvkz0OZ5hfZ6wKZY2YMhK-GDzybE/w251-h400/NCBerlin3.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Death ended the careers of two US agents. And it followed Nick relentlessly from the minute he arrived. From the back alleys of East Berlin to a stinking dungeon hidden somewhere in West Germany.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTFZSDF3OKgCjsTrYBxMzTMNeNjE5uUXs0aYmg1R1buNgrP8UuH8CCsaJOnlyxIUJRa7xWZ1gzdUgYiZgpYxwb9WNzzbijRFFvNmE2th800_lxNn0cfvz7Hcvoa4xuyD357a-ZKXUtBk0/s387/NCBerlin6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="233" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTFZSDF3OKgCjsTrYBxMzTMNeNjE5uUXs0aYmg1R1buNgrP8UuH8CCsaJOnlyxIUJRa7xWZ1gzdUgYiZgpYxwb9WNzzbijRFFvNmE2th800_lxNn0cfvz7Hcvoa4xuyD357a-ZKXUtBk0/w241-h400/NCBerlin6.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Jon Messman <span style="text-align: center;">(1920-2004)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div style="text-align: center;">Award Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing (A455X) 1969</div><div style="text-align: center;">2nd Printing (A455X) 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">3rd Printing (AQ1604) 1976</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">.Tandem Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing (426 4159) 1969</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426 5442) 1971</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426 7456) December 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (42617363) 1976 </div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-81248755368357772882021-09-25T20:13:00.001-06:002021-09-25T20:17:53.281-06:00The Human Time Bomb by William L Rhodes<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Human Time Bomb</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by William L Rhodes</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nick Carter faces the most bizarre enemy of his career. </div><div style="text-align: center;">A powerful army of men and women who are neither dead nor alive.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKXZCVGRIZh3wx19XewPUdTKFZjO7eKYdIQG4SDZJiyo9e9FxPDhj3UNkz5hLzUhFwt48kkefj7kLPTwsF57UGxcHHwwxa1R6k5iQY9KvWornBkQPLwCVfrcoQl7QCFn8Q64mlXdqS5I/s383/bomb4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="231" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKXZCVGRIZh3wx19XewPUdTKFZjO7eKYdIQG4SDZJiyo9e9FxPDhj3UNkz5hLzUhFwt48kkefj7kLPTwsF57UGxcHHwwxa1R6k5iQY9KvWornBkQPLwCVfrcoQl7QCFn8Q64mlXdqS5I/w386-h640/bomb4.jpg" width="386" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Something strange was going on at the Reed-Farben chemical plant. Something that threatened the United States' entire defense system, something evil. No one outside knew what it was. And if they, did they would not talk. And if they talked, they did not live long. If AXE did not have answers soon, it would be too late. That is when Nick Carter moved in: on a mountain girl with the right connections, on a beautiful Germany scientist with highly classified secrets, on an impossible mission where violence and murder were standard operating procedure and the horrible resemblance between persons living and dead was everything buy coincidental. Nick is to match wits with his arch enemy, Mr Judas.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcdGTmVvF440ZLCHHN-8I89XsCc8NGUaDnZnFGr8Nu0twtJQqtmthBiFuiccCQhY12w-FfzyItYUggq43-9TZkVrQh-lbTZ_wjzwyRXAFcdxiDKh7_BBdPPoLQ490hW2Pwxg8q0mySfA/s379/bomb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="236" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcdGTmVvF440ZLCHHN-8I89XsCc8NGUaDnZnFGr8Nu0twtJQqtmthBiFuiccCQhY12w-FfzyItYUggq43-9TZkVrQh-lbTZ_wjzwyRXAFcdxiDKh7_BBdPPoLQ490hW2Pwxg8q0mySfA/w249-h400/bomb2.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bonus Covers</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6-IpvUAhh4AyQUCrh8EefXcUj2ChtXVcIbZQetSvM8YTpG8OiWvrm2WG0DSGAMxiPsueXSSJwErTQtDP_w4qpY_3ABE8d2thBC_pqPzPzQiMglQEBGXnTu8-sNSkzPZistRSTXqVsmo/s384/bomb3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="233" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6-IpvUAhh4AyQUCrh8EefXcUj2ChtXVcIbZQetSvM8YTpG8OiWvrm2WG0DSGAMxiPsueXSSJwErTQtDP_w4qpY_3ABE8d2thBC_pqPzPzQiMglQEBGXnTu8-sNSkzPZistRSTXqVsmo/w242-h400/bomb3.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUu0OQPDs8kADqHrohTlAanSnyEhyphenhyphen20huOGe8weGHRmqgCxfdyBGPgRitUQPesV0_KB9KQqUKH2KAMAzoQaa7PgfJdgizG2MvVFUig4X4N0Bhps5z5m1fmQJwnoWfR7AZkDWwA9Hrobo/s384/bomb1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="233" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUu0OQPDs8kADqHrohTlAanSnyEhyphenhyphen20huOGe8weGHRmqgCxfdyBGPgRitUQPesV0_KB9KQqUKH2KAMAzoQaa7PgfJdgizG2MvVFUig4X4N0Bhps5z5m1fmQJwnoWfR7AZkDWwA9Hrobo/w242-h400/bomb1.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by William L Rhodes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div>Award Edition</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing (A456X) July 1969</div><div style="text-align: center;">2nd Printing (A456X) August 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">3rd Printing (AQ1474) July 1975</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Charter Communications Inc</div><div>Charter Books</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"> (441-34909) August 1981</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tandem Edition</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st (4167) 1969</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (5426) 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (7405) 1971</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (7405) Dec 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (426-17320) 1976</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-62581560137305584472021-09-23T17:59:00.003-06:002021-09-23T17:59:29.921-06:00The Red Rays by Manning Lee Stokes<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Red Rays</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Manning Lee Stokes</span></b></div><p style="text-align: center;">Somewhere in the world a powerful transmitter was broadcasting a savory blend of Communist propaganda and pornography. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-tEAMCrkt0e7pHVvaPgg93Ees41JXpZiDxWlrSRbOE4Pr4WSuEMKR8LnPGhlHNSwpWLAcOc-W4EdNJBlEHCoqX7F8DkZSYNY-HJfaDu5RzXTjj2ZPzu1JJMmcqeKZ-cI2wzHT99uzEk/s387/Red4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="233" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-tEAMCrkt0e7pHVvaPgg93Ees41JXpZiDxWlrSRbOE4Pr4WSuEMKR8LnPGhlHNSwpWLAcOc-W4EdNJBlEHCoqX7F8DkZSYNY-HJfaDu5RzXTjj2ZPzu1JJMmcqeKZ-cI2wzHT99uzEk/w386-h640/Red4.jpg" width="386" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It was impossible, but it happened. The headlines in the world's press told the facts:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Massive Blackout of World TV, </div><div style="text-align: center;">All Channels Interdicted </div><div style="text-align: center;">by Red Propaganda, </div><div style="text-align: center;">President Urges Calm</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHmInUE9X6lmyAtG9bW9W_m0mkjV1qZ39wxE04LEk3GWwizEOEWy2tYK-dAKEaTWgn6ALe-HA8lMwt58auMTuk20fil763QOrw8MlbnJSmMFGyh8B3e6RienvIeGKF7xPI4s9iC-3tqs/s640/NCRedrays2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="417" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHmInUE9X6lmyAtG9bW9W_m0mkjV1qZ39wxE04LEk3GWwizEOEWy2tYK-dAKEaTWgn6ALe-HA8lMwt58auMTuk20fil763QOrw8MlbnJSmMFGyh8B3e6RienvIeGKF7xPI4s9iC-3tqs/w261-h400/NCRedrays2.jpg" width="261" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>George Gross Cover</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So AXE got the job of wiping out the transmitter and the man to do it was Nick Carter. The trouble was that Nick had not counted on running into a Hollywood love goddess out for extra special kicks, or a beautiful blonde revolutionary out for his blood. And they were the least of the cards stacked against him. The assignment started out in a Hollywood costume party near Malibu Beach and all Nick had to do is pick up some information from a blond in a Peter Pan costume. For openers, the assignment seemed simple until Malibu turned into never-never land with the help of a Red nerve gas. Nick then finds himself lying to a half naked girl. Though bound and drugged, he recognized he was being framed as a rapist for his own execution.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bonus Covers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlAG14ywmNKVDmMtL1QA3MLjDDAUogBaijTPQJuse5xgnTKHXi7_ms6C_YvES9UHLM9GerkkS3cqez4BMSq2T-RA1lI21XGCB8PgZB5n6Bs7yECOY3cTm_2oB56CbdPuS35BNsTL_XSs/s400/NCRedrays.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="261" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlAG14ywmNKVDmMtL1QA3MLjDDAUogBaijTPQJuse5xgnTKHXi7_ms6C_YvES9UHLM9GerkkS3cqez4BMSq2T-RA1lI21XGCB8PgZB5n6Bs7yECOY3cTm_2oB56CbdPuS35BNsTL_XSs/w261-h400/NCRedrays.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0ZcgBP-d4i6ncHA0LSEH_by9vtsbtMeC6-YHX7x4gDy5MWBT2v89BQwGlVKRrQ6yf1xg_I7PCDQ2KjQJOWdZmG5yWwCELejK2JF4roYvzeYIgxGg8qpaP9fdWne5KE-V3ac2dEjLy_g/s392/Red5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="238" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0ZcgBP-d4i6ncHA0LSEH_by9vtsbtMeC6-YHX7x4gDy5MWBT2v89BQwGlVKRrQ6yf1xg_I7PCDQ2KjQJOWdZmG5yWwCELejK2JF4roYvzeYIgxGg8qpaP9fdWne5KE-V3ac2dEjLy_g/w242-h400/Red5.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Written by Manning Lee Stokes (1911-1976)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div>Award Books</div><div>1st Printing (A423X) 1969</div><div>2nd Printing (A423X) 1970</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Charter Communications Inc</div><div>Charter Books</div><div>ISBN 441-71114-3 September 1981</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>UK Printings</div></div><div><div>Tandem Books</div><div>1st Printing (3666) 1969</div><div>Reprint 1972</div><div>Reprint (7392) December 1972</div></div></div><div>Reprint (17435) 1976</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-41989586794889860652021-09-22T19:39:00.002-06:002021-09-22T19:39:31.328-06:00Bid The Baby Bye-Bye by Carter Brown<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Bid The Baby Bye-Bye</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Carter Brown</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiylxGgygH0Js2zdZ7HYC-hmtXDE0LNbsSAa3f0X1QSZZxVjGRZmyPJ4VukQ405pYgTrReCuE0S3pIs91XWtHOVMlrvRTMen8FwJL-gmX4jcSxCW2pINHU0Jvv0CktS-2eyE1EhGnvNIho/s526/CB26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiylxGgygH0Js2zdZ7HYC-hmtXDE0LNbsSAa3f0X1QSZZxVjGRZmyPJ4VukQ405pYgTrReCuE0S3pIs91XWtHOVMlrvRTMen8FwJL-gmX4jcSxCW2pINHU0Jvv0CktS-2eyE1EhGnvNIho/w486-h640/CB26.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Steve Morgan is sent to Wakeville to pay off a blackmailer. Wakeville was a nice, quiet, and friendly small town until he picked up the blonde. She shows him the sites of the town but forgot to tell him about her boyfriend. The boyfriend was a bad tempered giant. Then the original guy disappears and Steve finds a corpse in his hotel room. The local law decides he is the murderer until a smart layer springs Morgan right into trouble. The trouble is the silver blonde journalist whose figure is news all year round. Now if Morgan can stay alive....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2pk7djRhxdV8JXGhGmihS0rd4aF26qUtj5Kugc3iVZayTzkJcthk700-UxY-mi6zP_2rBHXzL25FN13XP4Kibn2Pn__k3tR_A7ZRaLjFA1lKXV1hteYzUE0G1kohRe-XOX9C6_GGpkc/s902/Bye-Bye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2pk7djRhxdV8JXGhGmihS0rd4aF26qUtj5Kugc3iVZayTzkJcthk700-UxY-mi6zP_2rBHXzL25FN13XP4Kibn2Pn__k3tR_A7ZRaLjFA1lKXV1hteYzUE0G1kohRe-XOX9C6_GGpkc/w221-h400/Bye-Bye.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Alan G Yates (1923-1985)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Horwitz Publications</div><div style="text-align: center;">Novel Series #26</div><div style="text-align: center;">October 1956</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Second Collectors' Series</div><div style="text-align: center;">w/<i>Sinsation Sadie</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Volume 1 #24</div><div style="text-align: center;">April 1959</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-50773532397228912482021-09-19T19:33:00.001-06:002021-09-19T19:33:50.539-06:00Murder Is A Broad by Carter Brown <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Murder Is A Broad</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Carter Brown</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyIhHcCdw1Ejl323p_4c47N3m2Y27HXwSofNvXV4hbQfnGIJC0n0IumSGMlR83EB1CJZTaGT-bfFMW0wRCF2CgsB6yScvSXF_NgSl5H89vu61ZoByhZ1gNGN9OrbzXVVdYNq5QwgvhZY/s699/CBBroad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyIhHcCdw1Ejl323p_4c47N3m2Y27HXwSofNvXV4hbQfnGIJC0n0IumSGMlR83EB1CJZTaGT-bfFMW0wRCF2CgsB6yScvSXF_NgSl5H89vu61ZoByhZ1gNGN9OrbzXVVdYNq5QwgvhZY/w458-h640/CBBroad.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Alan G Yates (1923-1985)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Horwitz Publications</div><div style="text-align: center;">Novelette Series</div><div style="text-align: center;">1953</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-22272788238974393022021-09-16T19:31:00.001-06:002021-09-16T19:31:35.731-06:00Curtains For a Chorine by Carter Brown <p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Curtains For a Chorine</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Carter Brown</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Al Burlington dealt in gags. But the stripper's corpse was real.....</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCk0B_JR5gxR_Irqyq4IIXi_VXyaiWIwvwP6QLwFb_fglk_rKL8xnRwR0HXLNDgdtida5JtMNGEr9pgSbPmq7M64M5lVGu4wsmlEyra6MpkgTSbCcZXq2LnNRqa7St76_WRGsvJvZaIU/s1024/CBCurtains.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="652" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCk0B_JR5gxR_Irqyq4IIXi_VXyaiWIwvwP6QLwFb_fglk_rKL8xnRwR0HXLNDgdtida5JtMNGEr9pgSbPmq7M64M5lVGu4wsmlEyra6MpkgTSbCcZXq2LnNRqa7St76_WRGsvJvZaIU/w408-h640/CBCurtains.jpg" width="408" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrHG36ZRXwHZZTLpUSbyzKBim4GSHi9kh6pK-hejv1ut5C4hwVdH40rtXAzgjJkQVhXoNAKTeirPjVIDbguv-rlO7VSEYS0Lyo55ZWhNOVRMs3EvA9oErvZb11RbKOfhX8Grtta-uRIE/s1395/CBCurtains2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1395" data-original-width="838" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrHG36ZRXwHZZTLpUSbyzKBim4GSHi9kh6pK-hejv1ut5C4hwVdH40rtXAzgjJkQVhXoNAKTeirPjVIDbguv-rlO7VSEYS0Lyo55ZWhNOVRMs3EvA9oErvZb11RbKOfhX8Grtta-uRIE/w240-h400/CBCurtains2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQlS0D6OJpgaoDtSzN04W_AxZcjpKjHGFff51Wwc4UDgSSDwOwsZXNDD5pzGw-jbellWh75mH83iNTPTn912PZ0E5leE_OzPU2QcDxpCHLl7_2SwO2LdLPDGbNWcBB1Ht2OMxW2ps2Hg/s1024/CBCurtians.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="660" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQlS0D6OJpgaoDtSzN04W_AxZcjpKjHGFff51Wwc4UDgSSDwOwsZXNDD5pzGw-jbellWh75mH83iNTPTn912PZ0E5leE_OzPU2QcDxpCHLl7_2SwO2LdLPDGbNWcBB1Ht2OMxW2ps2Hg/w258-h400/CBCurtians.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Alan G Yates (1923-1985)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Horwitz Publications, Inc</div><div style="text-align: center;">Novel Series 1955</div><div style="text-align: center;">Second Collectors' Series Volume 1 No 3</div><div style="text-align: center;">w/Homicide Hoyden July 1957</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint By Demand Series #31 November 1960</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-36530663438981211272021-09-15T19:19:00.006-06:002021-09-15T19:19:53.552-06:00Angel by Carter Brown <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Angel</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Carter Brown</span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Police Lieutenant Al Wheeler meets a blonde tease whose good-luck charms are murder!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qJPudLlqfryyN5cEMWGhVuw0Q01qrOetpjNe72EUjlPDLVKUiUgw_2ZowhDNnveU2WYUHlcYEBiGI9fwbTXJeP4CdSQfOieLO8nnEb6GKf1WevwtGPywZmRr7lqvXTx5O0EhTk-3lJo/s350/CBAngel6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="227" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qJPudLlqfryyN5cEMWGhVuw0Q01qrOetpjNe72EUjlPDLVKUiUgw_2ZowhDNnveU2WYUHlcYEBiGI9fwbTXJeP4CdSQfOieLO8nnEb6GKf1WevwtGPywZmRr7lqvXTx5O0EhTk-3lJo/w416-h640/CBAngel6.jpg" width="416" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Grant Roberts Cover</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Angel was 100% female, she was the answer to every mans dream. Beside her, even Venus took second place. One minute with Angel and Al Wheeler actually found himself enjoying the fact he had been sent to check out a routine traffic complaint. Five minutes with Angel and Al knew he was in for the right place, at the right time, with the right girl. Because in those five minutes, Wheeler had become a witness to murder.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdDCy1jM6lJtLeCGVi-bCUP841KzgkJFoOG9uBB3-Uar2tQcFt8bRV6kxrcHYfexJPpv32XM43cUZFvhTibqtoqnCnSj3b0m0jruAtMICzHMCzWqQnwoYc1gKMGuic1W7QD0ypJzvxRo/s640/CBAngel2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="398" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdDCy1jM6lJtLeCGVi-bCUP841KzgkJFoOG9uBB3-Uar2tQcFt8bRV6kxrcHYfexJPpv32XM43cUZFvhTibqtoqnCnSj3b0m0jruAtMICzHMCzWqQnwoYc1gKMGuic1W7QD0ypJzvxRo/w249-h400/CBAngel2.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">When unorthodox cop Al Wheeler goes investigating a complaint about the dangerous skylarks of ex-Air Force heroes, the situation suddenly explodes into a baffling murder case.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vqeCx9TQxuvYZugWAgCQG4uj5OpKU6UWc_YkqtGJHUSj8js37WH4KFy4kfiR4803vddjklsB-c9NpA0x-LbrXrRAKmcKuKcQ-nPgd4BhGCfs4ALbINPOVgD8n1TV5Et3Xhhwlo3BxXM/s640/CBAngel3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="425" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vqeCx9TQxuvYZugWAgCQG4uj5OpKU6UWc_YkqtGJHUSj8js37WH4KFy4kfiR4803vddjklsB-c9NpA0x-LbrXrRAKmcKuKcQ-nPgd4BhGCfs4ALbINPOVgD8n1TV5Et3Xhhwlo3BxXM/w266-h400/CBAngel3.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Joy Ride to Death</b></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The murder victim was the wrong man. The ex-jet flier took up the plane out of turn. And because he did, he died out of turn. All the evidence there was disintegrated in mid-air with the exploding plane. The mourners included six prime suspects: Three other ex-jet jockeys, ex-buddies of the murderer man, an airplane mechanic with a grudge, and two delectable dolls, one of whom was the intended victim's wife, the other his current "girl of the week".</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bonus Cover</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEi8wWHUXa_4e6q-pTnO0WtarthHHEddyvvwsUfzXf4G4teJuqSMmLvad_hf8CqoKwAIPIZ1v2wT4mG1QEFhpzCt5z_LBT-mpGki4yqgSFJOxHS0UzYNZ7tSm1gOsm-bRrILaDPucA62k/s285/Angel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEi8wWHUXa_4e6q-pTnO0WtarthHHEddyvvwsUfzXf4G4teJuqSMmLvad_hf8CqoKwAIPIZ1v2wT4mG1QEFhpzCt5z_LBT-mpGki4yqgSFJOxHS0UzYNZ7tSm1gOsm-bRrILaDPucA62k/w281-h400/Angel1.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUNUIKIBOKF62GW956UUM-IUpuJ5aPx1-XSp4IE59yBhJmkkdXKfJlToEGsdp8645hlSMkHnZV78LemUNMoMT7Dyn8kybFjR4ycihTEGozcWWweVxTyrhkNDH4QSrUKGxAPV62YuDBYk/s640/CBAngel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="407" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUNUIKIBOKF62GW956UUM-IUpuJ5aPx1-XSp4IE59yBhJmkkdXKfJlToEGsdp8645hlSMkHnZV78LemUNMoMT7Dyn8kybFjR4ycihTEGozcWWweVxTyrhkNDH4QSrUKGxAPV62YuDBYk/w255-h400/CBAngel.jpg" width="255" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Robert McGinnis Cover</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Alan G Yates (1923-1985)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Horwitz Publications</div><div style="text-align: center;">Numbered Series #97 January 1962</div><div style="text-align: center;">International Edition Series #33 July 1963</div><div style="text-align: center;">Double Edition Series #10A 1981</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">New American Library</div><div style="text-align: center;">Signet Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">S2094 March 1962</div><div style="text-align: center;">D3413 1969</div><div style="text-align: center;">AE1027 September 1981</div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-63328364242527443992021-09-06T19:28:00.008-06:002021-09-06T19:28:58.009-06:00Back In The Real World by Marvin Albert <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Back In The Real World</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Marvin Albert</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Starring Pete Sawyer in a stylish mystery of high fashion and the lowest of crimes....</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmpJeCdKnDF74xVSJWdx3a4V5mWeqXF6K_5iowYeohLB5C09mWn-Q9VgJsvfzQKJe3x2R_kLdRveMMzHTrGmt0pDqqvPxmfUONfDcKdFliBzBw0cwCpfsFx1KIGfskNkPtiEXMsRJX1s/s640/MAStone2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="404" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmpJeCdKnDF74xVSJWdx3a4V5mWeqXF6K_5iowYeohLB5C09mWn-Q9VgJsvfzQKJe3x2R_kLdRveMMzHTrGmt0pDqqvPxmfUONfDcKdFliBzBw0cwCpfsFx1KIGfskNkPtiEXMsRJX1s/w404-h640/MAStone2.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When Pete drops by his friend Frank Crowley's house one evening, neither Crowley nor his wife Nathalie is home. instead, he finds two dead bodies, and he recognizes them both. One is a rival private eye. The other is Nathalie's gorgeous sister in-law, Anna-Marie. Both naked with bullet holes in their heads. Where the two having an affair? Is there a connection between the two murders and the recent goings on at the prestigious couture house where Ann-Marie was a star designer? Pete must keeps his wits about him and his gun in hand to solve this stylish mystery and keep his friend Crowley out of jail.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIq0PipGm_H0auKl9wNdP_pudmucsMycWojr4dEDTbZp7ICVq9nHEVnBCa3LpLj1K746dTbglvMjF_rkBfgZ5u0FB7xNhyphenhyphengtgTJPasSUicJm4B0JXP7xjq88yZztkE3bvAlaVs3UMpMRU/s400/Stone2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIq0PipGm_H0auKl9wNdP_pudmucsMycWojr4dEDTbZp7ICVq9nHEVnBCa3LpLj1K746dTbglvMjF_rkBfgZ5u0FB7xNhyphenhyphengtgTJPasSUicJm4B0JXP7xjq88yZztkE3bvAlaVs3UMpMRU/w300-h400/Stone2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Marvin Albert (1924-1996)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fawcett Gold Medal Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">449 12917</div><div style="text-align: center;">December 1986</div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-67223474133961119392021-09-05T19:19:00.005-06:002021-09-05T19:19:52.712-06:00Carnival For Killing by Jon Messman <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Carnival For Killing</span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Jon Messman</span></b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Fidel Castro's monstrous plan, murder on a mass scale!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4zSdm3zjOqdjhoL4yXXMT9Qcia9UZJoxr4AvjSsKJ0G7V4c3fOhUaVxnNpnqmWC2p92FMstBHzc4UPtzeD7S61ZV4Ex2L3SLIu-b9YVU3esvjuzSjt_Ra0dx2otKOJQgbDv7MwW8c3k/s383/Carinval4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="228" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4zSdm3zjOqdjhoL4yXXMT9Qcia9UZJoxr4AvjSsKJ0G7V4c3fOhUaVxnNpnqmWC2p92FMstBHzc4UPtzeD7S61ZV4Ex2L3SLIu-b9YVU3esvjuzSjt_Ra0dx2otKOJQgbDv7MwW8c3k/w380-h640/Carinval4.jpg" width="380" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>George Gross Cover</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><b>At Midnight, February 14th....</b>In the black wilderness of Brazil's vast Mountains of the Sea, a man waited patiently for an execution. Within minutes he would kill the unsuspecting American who thought him a trusted ally.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYxOkYUm5G3rMk4OZAGLT8O781GS9SkTBeDnKT1BaBMUMe5re2gaaPlgesPsPbh8tlI9zesniwTvEPfsvY2xCIH3LI9vigzNgbhqA_iGsvH8SbVYTo-ac0JmlU1_yGm4OV2uO0JKYttI/s396/Carnival5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="396" data-original-width="235" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYxOkYUm5G3rMk4OZAGLT8O781GS9SkTBeDnKT1BaBMUMe5re2gaaPlgesPsPbh8tlI9zesniwTvEPfsvY2xCIH3LI9vigzNgbhqA_iGsvH8SbVYTo-ac0JmlU1_yGm4OV2uO0JKYttI/w238-h400/Carnival5.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>At Midnight, February 14th....</b>On a rain splattered superhighway leading to NYC, a blond youth stared into the headlights of an onrushing car. In all the world only the boy could give warning of the impending holocaust that would end untold lives.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7566JFChEROWfcb61FIpbRRDbByi8_q5mMDZPZFKfT315CzTT5D_LUNXClkjJKPAoreHS7On2B1W6UrJlc-TZR7-iHn6vfWry6TswbWr-0LNciDgeYfpU85wpYoK1Ihpvo10nkccDzyA/s384/Carnival2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="232" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7566JFChEROWfcb61FIpbRRDbByi8_q5mMDZPZFKfT315CzTT5D_LUNXClkjJKPAoreHS7On2B1W6UrJlc-TZR7-iHn6vfWry6TswbWr-0LNciDgeYfpU85wpYoK1Ihpvo10nkccDzyA/w241-h400/Carnival2.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">At Midnight, February 14th....</b>In a luxurious bedroom on Manhattan's posh East Side, a beautiful girl watched as Nick Carter take off his clothes. she was already ready in bed, waiting, and smiling.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBXNU4oPlZraVXqocXrxINrUINqvcHI6zxbR0r1rVU3UnosPbqoBzlDz3ohIn7yFu_XvM8dgXMlKVOoP3S9GrImX8Sebh8E1e_oLsPoR1HDq8Ecr1MTLjKnNHoZ3rOhspdPINPnsdJ81s/s386/Carnival1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="229" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBXNU4oPlZraVXqocXrxINrUINqvcHI6zxbR0r1rVU3UnosPbqoBzlDz3ohIn7yFu_XvM8dgXMlKVOoP3S9GrImX8Sebh8E1e_oLsPoR1HDq8Ecr1MTLjKnNHoZ3rOhspdPINPnsdJ81s/w238-h400/Carnival1.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Neither of them knew they were about to begin Phase One of a fantastic espionage plot devised by Fidel Castro's master spy.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvv8TyrNRNi_BT20qC6AtJ0juAfotqaNxHKaE9HPgHx0_fvTYpzrUJf4cJI4AtDdgD86MAYLXW__lsaYahVjUX2R0jzpb82vXprIwZDGat0EoBvd6-UYae5sIRQsEMR7nUbn02zdqS4I/s385/Carnival3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="232" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvv8TyrNRNi_BT20qC6AtJ0juAfotqaNxHKaE9HPgHx0_fvTYpzrUJf4cJI4AtDdgD86MAYLXW__lsaYahVjUX2R0jzpb82vXprIwZDGat0EoBvd6-UYae5sIRQsEMR7nUbn02zdqS4I/w241-h400/Carnival3.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Nick Carter hurries to Rio to assist industrialist Todd Denison, whose life has been threatened. But before Nick can arrive, Todd turns up dead. The death appears accidental, until Nick proves it was murder. A search for the killers involves Nick, Todd's pretty widow, and his secretary Maria Hawes. Maria informs Nick that Todd had many enemies who were trying to prevent his building a new plant in the mountains that would raise wages and living standards for the local population. When Nick is attacked, extremist leader Rojadas is implicated. Is Rojadas a friend or foe? Is he behind the planned mass murders. The assassinations were timed to occur during the Carnival in Rio. Thousands would die in minutes.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Jon Messman (1920-2004)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div style="text-align: center;">Award Books</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">1st (A406X) 1969</div><div style="text-align: center;">2nd (A644X) 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">3rd (A938S) 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Charter Communications Inc</div><div style="text-align: center;">Charter Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">ISBN 441-09173-3 Oct 1981</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">UK Printings</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Tandem Books</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>1st Printing (3658) 1969</div><div>Reprint (426 7018) 1973</div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /></div></div>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130783886727019040.post-1768333081179133082021-09-04T19:19:00.004-06:002021-09-04T19:19:46.359-06:0014 Seconds To Hell by Jon Messman<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">14 Seconds to Hell</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">by Jon Messman</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk94ezVChOqLJnXJVjgdh0x-jCpiYevLePQg8juPiwCdYvxbVTpT8_i1Zv1TjXTT1cO0KennsNduAqEJlWHuH5drR9IQqqEQ9GbxHQrgeYI9bArQIlwsBKxwl8yXS7C0jLh4JR20U3mNw/s382/14a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="230" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk94ezVChOqLJnXJVjgdh0x-jCpiYevLePQg8juPiwCdYvxbVTpT8_i1Zv1TjXTT1cO0KennsNduAqEJlWHuH5drR9IQqqEQ9GbxHQrgeYI9bArQIlwsBKxwl8yXS7C0jLh4JR20U3mNw/w386-h640/14a.jpg" width="386" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The deranged master of Peking's death factory plots to destroy both the U.S. and Russia...on voice command...…..Only one man can stop him!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfS3C7QV3xkGIIWvpO4CRbfU9bUarCEvvtIvgt53Ltza5aXhnLYE40AZTry-ofSV3OEYHIRxMmM9aeNESSeIGHQpGYEJDaYQm8fzCoQDZ4OYwRWx-h6uTOKS1AbwSvQdZYUcoGPCotIo/s383/14c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="232" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfS3C7QV3xkGIIWvpO4CRbfU9bUarCEvvtIvgt53Ltza5aXhnLYE40AZTry-ofSV3OEYHIRxMmM9aeNESSeIGHQpGYEJDaYQm8fzCoQDZ4OYwRWx-h6uTOKS1AbwSvQdZYUcoGPCotIo/w242-h400/14c.jpg" width="242" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Mort Kunstler cover</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The death factory was somewhere in a carefully hidden corner of China. It sheltered Peking's gigantic nuclear arsenal. Its master was a crazed genius whose hatred was fanned by an amoral, corrupt, breathtakingly beautiful woman. He rigged the bombs to explode on voice command. The targets were the United States and Russia. Nick Carter's mission was direct and impossible. Penetrate the core of Red China and destroy the site. He also had to betray the two agents without whom he could not complete the assignment. The sensual blonde twins sent by the KGB to help Nick. Leave them behind to die in withering agony.</div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bonus Covers</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknojO-99QooCfu6w0ijom3sRR6bDruxUh9-qa3ihg8TpMQ4bB-7ZLBueB8chDAFnm_Js11S_2ARfXMZLD-oUcnWhb_T_wC44JnRER5hnC6oANWYft0fCXmD9HAouSc6xZkteeimyR_ak/s385/14b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="231" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknojO-99QooCfu6w0ijom3sRR6bDruxUh9-qa3ihg8TpMQ4bB-7ZLBueB8chDAFnm_Js11S_2ARfXMZLD-oUcnWhb_T_wC44JnRER5hnC6oANWYft0fCXmD9HAouSc6xZkteeimyR_ak/w240-h400/14b.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HIf_8uaqiU1Q35SAp-xbeluVjdgygwwHCKU4d3p6k8kcz3n9Foqz9DAXK6Q6X9gESGwupx-pdc7TjKXk2vNnzKMfWNXB4ZOUwDmA6Wbbpfa7E8maXIsYb4Q7Km_h6Yu2WL11POWq2qU/s398/14d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="235" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HIf_8uaqiU1Q35SAp-xbeluVjdgygwwHCKU4d3p6k8kcz3n9Foqz9DAXK6Q6X9gESGwupx-pdc7TjKXk2vNnzKMfWNXB4ZOUwDmA6Wbbpfa7E8maXIsYb4Q7Km_h6Yu2WL11POWq2qU/w236-h400/14d.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Printing History</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Written by Jon Messman (1920-2004)</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Universal Publishing and Distributing Corp</div><div style="text-align: center;">Award Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing (A376X) November 1968</div><div style="text-align: center;">2nd Printing (A637X) September 1970</div><div style="text-align: center;">3rd Printing (A927S) January 1972</div><div style="text-align: center;">4th Printing (AQ1448) April 1975</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">UK Printings</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Tandem Books</div><div style="text-align: center;">1st Printing (3578) 1968</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint 1971</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reprint (5944) June 1972</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08605441026026976297noreply@blogger.com0