Dan Marlowe: 23 books

It wasn’t at all like Hazel to go off without a word to Drake. But she did. He tried calling her at the motel, but they said she’d just checked out. No, no messages. Drake figured he’d better do a little checking on his own. Which is why he went to see Hazel’s business manager,...

Drake wasn’t expecting visitors … Which is why he was so wary when Hazel told him about the two strangers pulling into their drive. Drake watched as the two men got out of their car and walked toward them. They were Easterners; the cut of their business suits announced that. They...

Drake had the assignment. He was sent to steal confidential files of the Mafia that had been stashed somewhere in a bank vault on an island in the Bahamas. Drake got the files. He also got himself trapped into a deadly private war—with the Syndicate, the local police, and a gang of...

I was driving Hazel’s niece, Melissa, to the airport when it happened. The car right behind me in the parking lot stopped and two men burst out. Crouched low, they came at me in a rush. The next thing I knew I was hit in the face with a stream of acid spray. I fell backward into the car. And that’s...

Five strangers … Two million bucks … One lusty redhead … And no holds barred. Staying out of trouble might be relaxing for some guys. But too much peace and quite make me very nervous. Hazel—the luscious lady who keeps me busy and happy during long winter...

Meet Pete Karma, the man who broke jail and wound up neck-deep in a gangland bloodbath. Pete had a lot of hate stored up inside. He hadn’t committed the murder he’d been sent up for, and it didn’t take him long to figure out who’d framed him and how. After two and a half years in the slammer,...

The statue was knee-high, but it carried a fortune in gold and gems, plus centuries of fame in the art world. Everyone wanted it, and for some no price was too high—love, money, or murder … Then Killain barged in. The redhead made the first pitch, and she had Killain twanging like a hopped-up...

On the streets of a big city people smile and the lights are bright. But there is an alley world of darkness, double-dealing and death; in this world you need muscles and brains to take a step—and only the lucky ones live long. These two worlds meet in Hotel Duarte. Johnny Killain had a fistful...

It happened in Hotel Duarte, a bullet length from the Great White Way, where life begins at eight-forty - and often ends by midnight with a couple of murders. For instance, the murder of a dumb welterweight who took his dive - and got paid off in lead. He was the brother of Johnny Killain’s...