Nicky Weaver is an insurance man with a policy of loving women. Each Monday he goes out to collect money for the insurance he's sold, he conducts business with a bevy of beautiful ladies. Young girls, widows, and the wife of a sketchy artist working the pornography circuit who just might be the ticket to ill-gotten money. Orrie Hitt's first novel.

The 1960 Sleaze-Noir classic Clint Mayer is a big man with big dreams. Or so he thinks. When Clint leaves Beaverkill for the rough and tumble dock town of Wilton, he hooks up with Charlie Fletcher, good time saloon owner and businessman. One of the businesses Charlie runs out of the bar involves a string of working girls, but he has to pay off Detective Red Brandon and it's wearing him down. He's had enough. Clint agrees to buy him out, but then he meets Charlie's wife, Debbie. Clint thinks he can find a way to keep the bar, manage the girls and stay away from Brandon. He may even come away with Debbie. But Debbie has her own ideas deadly ones

He knew the way to a girl's heart-and body Alice was sweet, Marie was stacked, Lola was loaded... And Nicky...was willing First published in 1957.

A tough taut tale of gun running in the bloody Caribbean-where some men fought for liberty...others for lust

Orrie Hitt's 1954 pulp classic is back and better than ever in a brand new acid-free trade paperback still sporting its original Walter Popp cover.

From the original: Johnny Reagan quickly learned the slum's depraved rules for survival. At six, he was a petty thief. At twelve, he was a procurer. At twenty-one, he was a respectable, lovable, 18-carat heel who never missed a trick-especially if she promised an evening's cheap thrills. Then rich Mr. Connors befriended Johnny, and Johnny knew there was big money to be made-if he pulled the right strings, told the right lies, and played around with the right women. But Johnny played with Julie . . . Julie who had been brought up in the same slum that had spawned Johnny-and who knew all the cute gutter tricks Johnny thought were his exclusive property . . . plus a few female tricks all her own. A tough and lusty novel that moves with the white-heat of a lightning bolt