When a voluptuous brunette beauty named Moira came begging for help, Paul Donavan figured he was on to a good thing. But when someone started taking shots at him every time he was with her, Donavan began to wonder if Moira was worth it. For Moira spelled death—and the corpses ...

She wore transparent silks and brass bangles. Her master sat in the middle of the floor puffing on a hookah. He wore silver-pointed toenails. It wasn't Xanadu; it was Sutton Place, New York City. DANNY BOYD dives right into the Arabian Nights as he traces smuggled gems and a kidnapped ...

Rafe was tall, handsome, hypnotic. Justine had blond hair to her waist, gleaming cat-eyes, and a figure to bring out the beast in any man. They operated from a Moorish pleasure palace called the Temple of Love. And they had something for everybody. They even had consolation for the ...

Fabulously rich Bertram Bradstone was the sole owner and most valuable property on the isolated island. Around him the aging super-millionaire had gathered seven fantastically beautiful young girls to vie for his name and fortune. Lawyer Randy Roberts had been hired to act as Bradstone's ...

One by one the movieland big names heard the deceased psychiatrist's tapes play back their infimate, sinful secrets. And one by one they waited for the touch. When it came it was a shocker: The asking price wasn't cash, but laying off sex! Love life in Hollywood comes to a dead stand-still ...