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|  | | Hollywood Iliad: a Tincture of Red
One man's trek through Hollywood in the aftermath of the holocaust, the Communist hearings held by the House Un-American Activities Committee in the 1950s.
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div>span style="color: black"> Hollywood 1956. SAMUEL WALLS, ex-fighter and one time middleweight contender for the championship of the world, wouldn’t know a Communist from a carbuncle, but he /b>/span>span style="color: black">knows a dead man when he sees one, and this one is stiffer than Rock Hudson at the YMCA on free towel night. What in hell happened? Only an hour ago, /b | |  | | Kentucky Justice
John Drues, ex-Cincinnati cop, former lawyer—disbarred before the ink is dry on his license—and now ex-convict, relegated to survival as a repo-man/skip chaser: he couldn’t sink any lower—or could he? Is he now Larry Flynt’s hired assassin, out to snuff the sanctimonious morality merchants who conspired and put Flynt in a wheelchair? Is he in Kentucky stalking a bail jumper, as he claims, or does he have a wire garrote at the ready with a faggoty faith-healing evangelist in his sights?
Jessica Lowery is a Cincinnati newspaper reporter, beautiful, smart, liberated, but only an obit writer with aspirations of a Pulitzer Prize story, a story that could whisk her away to New York where fame and fortune awaits. She’ll meet John Drues head-on when their quests lead them to the backwoods of Kentucky and evil in the unholy CHURCH of Jimmy Foulwell. What dark secret is this godless preacher guarding?
BR>BR> FONT size=4> Harold Jenkins slept the sleep of the blissfully ignorant. He had committed nothing to Jessica’s adventurous trek to break into the church vault with that John what’s-his-name, and he was not going to worry one iota about her. Old Harold was not going to stick his neck out for anybody. He wanted nothing more than a good night’s sleep. So, he put the cap back on the Colgate, jumped into his jammies and slid into bed, fast asleep before the first little lamb could be counted. He awoke, however, fully committed to saving his ass. /FONT>BR>BR>FONT | |  | | Murder in the Bluegrass
The book’s plot revolves around the hunt for the missing son of a multimillionaire, thoroughbred horse-breeder, but the story is so much more, made so by the eccentric characters encountered. It is driven by the likes of Sheriff Roger T Bensen, Judge Roy Lee Crockett, and Captain Billy Quesnell of the Kentucky State Police, all of whom have conspired to sell their tiny airport’s landing rights to a cocaine cartel. (The conspiracy is factual, having taken place in the county in which the story is set. All conspirators spent time in the Kentucky State Prison, thus ending their collective foray into crime and their lives as public servants.) The sheriff, however, returned from prison with the audacity to run for the office again. He did not win, of course, but no one can deny his moxie—and that moxie inspired this book.)
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Dark September
by Brendan O'Brien
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 Autumn 1940. Germany invades Britain. Newport is blitzed. Danny O’Shea’s house is bombed, his wife is killed. While taking his young son Adam to neutral Ireland, they witness an attack on a German convoy. The result is brutal. |
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