Sinopsis

ANYONE FOR MONTE CRISTO?

It’s a game Hoyle never heard of. You play it stripped to your polka-dot shorts – if you’re a boy-type player, that is. The playground is an old French-style chateau on an island off the West Coast, complete with dungeon, trapdoor, and plenty of mantraps… like your playmate, for instance, a torrid blonde, 100% natural, 100% nude, and 100% up to no good…

In this frightening frolic through a tycoon’s island funhouse, LARRY BAKER, TV writer, finds plots, people, and perils that defy even his wild imagination…

Pretend you’re Larry Baker… high-spirited, high salaried writer of an important new television series.

What would you do if you were invited to spend a week on a private island with your sponsor, an eccentric millionaire with strongly negative feelings about wine, women, and song?

What would you do if the only women on the island were a glamorous blonde, a glamorous brunette, and a glamorous redhead?

What would you do if the glamorous redhead ran screaming into your room to tell you she saw a man looking in her window… and you knew her room was 20 feet above ground level?

What would you do if you saw your sponsor’s dead body… and then a little while later he came to your room to punch you in the nose for making passes at his wife?

What would you do if the wife – the glamorous blonde – happened to be sitting on your bed in a transparent night gown at the time?

What would you do if you were locked in the basement of a mysterious house with an unclad beauty and an escaped lunatic?

You can find out what Larry Baker did by reading this book.

Put TV comedy writer Larry Baker on a plush private island with three beautiful women, two jealous husbands, one escaped lunatic . . . Lots of laughs and what do you get?

…FIVE CORPSES!

Uploader's Note: I can take no credit for this one. It was converted to ebook by the Carter Brown Preservation Society. We're seeing a number of US-unreleased Carter Brown titles bubbling up lately! Exciting times! Enjoy!

This is a seedy pulp detective novel from the American Midcentury, even though its star is a writer for television. It was considered "racy" in its day, but I suspect modern readers will find it quite tame and even quaint by current standards. Still, I'm flagging it for sex and violence, on principle. You may find the authorial or character voices and deeds less than enlightened by modern standards; this is simply how this era of pulp detective novels worked, and part of the trope.