1952 by Fawcett
THE HEAT HIT THEM ALL . . .
the scorching heat of Mexico, and it ate at their nerves. The
stalled ferry held them in the heat until they could stand no
more.
The honeymooners fought, and loved and fought again. The
pretty little tramp clawed her married lover's eyes. The
trembling killer looked behind and knew his time was short.
There were others waiting, too, some good, some bad, but all
of them tormented by the shape of disaster to come.
Time gave them all a second chance.
Most of them stepped on the face of time.
1953 Fawcett
Set in Florida. It is the story of McClintock, a bitter man who
has taken refuge on the keys and shut away the world that had
scarred him.
But the world came after him—in the shape of a manic killer
who threatene McClintock's house of cards and taught him
how to love again.
Dell : 1959
Ramona Beach, Florida, was a dangerous place to mix
business with pleasure. Strangers usually meant
trouble, and the local sheriff echoed the town's
sentiments with a blackjack.
Once Ramona Beach had been my home, as a kid--but
now they'd railroaded me out of town. "Can't trust trash,"
they said. I'd never been back.
But that was then and this was now. Now I'd been sent
home by my employer, the Defense Department, to locate
a particular scientist and bring him back alive. But
Ramona Beach had a long memory, and
so did I . . .
Dell: 1957
In life, Jane Ann never had much use for a halo, but
in her violent death she finally earned one.
When they found a suspect, everyone relaxed, except me.
Maybe I should have stayed out of it, but I owed a big
debt to the patsy they were sending to the electric chair in
a week.
And I would have stayed out of it if I'd known what my
own chances were of coming out alive.
Dell: 1958
A Stunning Novel of Modern Morals
Her name was Cindy, and she was his neighbor's wife - the
woman next door in the kind of suburbia that didn't make
headlines. No cheap scandals here - no wife-swapping, no
key games. These were real people, nice people like Cindy
and Cark who fought with the desperation of the damned to
keep from wanting each other.
Had a perfect opportunity not presented itself, perhaps
nothing would have happened. But suddenly it was the right
time, the right place. And there was no room left for
pretense.
In that moment, all innocence drained out of their lives. Two
real people, two nice people, became creatures of passion -
and guilt.
Fawcett: 1963
Lucille Hanson had rid herself of the wrong man - her rich
husband who lived casually and loved carelessly. Then she
found another man she hoped would be right. She was
putting together the pieces of her life - determined not to
make the old mistakes, the foolish ones which had almost
wrecked her the first time around - until all of her hopes
came to rest at the bottom of a lake where her body was
found. It must have been an accident, was what others
wanted to think. But among her mourners just one person
refused to believe it was anything but murder.