Henry Kane: 19 books

Take a beautiful woman - no, take two or even three beautiful women, take some money, throw in a con man and a hustler or two, even a rich and respected publisher and a bank v.p. won’t hurt. Add people’s natural avariciousness, a couple of gruesome murders and sex-crimes, and mix well with Peter...

Beverly Crystal had a million-dollar idea and a circle of “friends” who would never force her to hunt around for enemies. The happy crew included: Danny the Dance: who waltzed his way through life like a man sliding down a banister made of razor-blades. Mickey Bokino: who...

''Are you a ladykiller?'' the vision asked. She had skin like cream, hair like jet, and a body that could turn any male into an instant sex-maniac. With a wicked little smile, she moved closer to Peter Chambers. ''I devour ladykillers,'' she murmured. A hot bout of serious slaughter and insincere...

Olga was the sexy young wife of an old millionaire. She wore black painted toenails, a small black Luger, and very little else. Anabel was a talented stripper with an act that drove the customers wild. She wore nothing at all—and got rich that way. When private eye Peter Chambers investigates...

When a lush brunette turns up unexpectedly dead in a stranger’s bed, and an antique dealer (who is “mostly legit”) settles down in an easy chair with a dagger in his back, and a big-time gambler drops all bets on the kitchen floor in a pool of blood—then Peter Chambers, fiction’s most eye-catching,...

A night-club owner gunned down at his own bar—an editor gutted with an antique switchblade—a smuggler who took five shots in the back—a millionaire whose “suicide” didn’t make sense … Each killing left the cops high and dry—fine. Because that meant someone had to hire me, Chambers,...

The only uninvited guest was—murder! The host and the principal guests at the wildest, wickedest masquerade ball of the society season were: A playboy millionaire with more women than is good for the health of one man. A golden-limbed vixen who came masquerading as “Eve”—and wearing as little. A costumed killer with a murder in mind. And Peter Chambers, private eye...

A petulant blonde bombshell with a deadly taste for danger … A ham actor who stars dramatically in his own murder … A sharpshooting hoodlum who takes his killing casually … And a lady Greek philosopher with “the longest, shapeliest legs in New York” … These...

The proposition sounded like a pushover. All Peter Chambers had to do was find out where a teen-aged chorine had been for the past month and why. And for that information the girl’s father, a prosperous banker, would pay Chambers a cool thousand dollars. It was a quick way to earn...

A leggy torch singer of bawdy ballads with an eye-opening dance routine to match . . . A lady jewelry designer with an exclusive - deadly - clientele . . . A sweet young bride with a drawerful of illicit letters that her husband never wrote . . . And murder - three lush man-traps...

''She turned her head, young, pale, with enormous black eyes. She looked at me, but she didn’t see me. I saw her: the round smooth face and the deep black eyes and the full curved glossy mouth, a red underlip protruding in a pout that flicked at your libido despite the flung-about furniture and...

Peter Chambers is a private richard who has a real affinity for trouble. He hasn't any notion at all who polished off the nasty blonde with the round hole between her eyes—or the little man swinging by the neck from a bedroom window. Peter has strong incentives for finding out the answers—partly...

The first night with her led to a file of blackmail photographs worth a fortune. The second night with her led to danger, violence, and sudden death. The third night with her led to the one mistake no private eye should ever make … not even Peter Chambers.

The game of murder: it’s not a pretty game. The players are weird. They don’t fit in with normal people, sensible people - people who don’t get a kick out of shoving in the knife, ripping through the flesh, seeing the bright red spurt . . . Peter Chambers knows the game of murder. He’s not...