“Next to Sam Hunter, Dirty Harry looks like Mother Theresa.” —New York Daily News
Los Angeles is a hot town. Hot women. Hot clubs. And, when private eye Sam Hunter is involved, hot tempers.
Sam doesn’t take kindly to threats, so when a street thug busts up his office and warns him to “Stay away from Domingo,” he might as well draw Sam a map pointing where to swing his fists. Soon, Sam finds himself racing around L.A., dodging bullets and spiraling deeper and deeper into a world of sex, drugs and danger. A teenage porn star, an heiress and some spoiled rich brat lead Sam to the Black Knight club, a place dark enough to hide heroin and sleaze from the bright lights of the law. What will he find when he finally reaches Domingo? Big rewards or a deadly end?
From Edgar Award-winning L.A. Morse, author of THE FLESH EATERS and THE OLD DICK, comes the thrilling story of pimps, pushers and porn that will hit you in the chest like the kickback of a Colt .38 Special.
L. A. Morse is best known for his Edgar Award–winning novel, The Old Dick, about a long-retired private eye who gets up for one last case. Morse’s first book, The Flesh Eaters, is based on a legendary family of cannibals in fifteenth-century Scotland. This horrific and graphic account is not for the squeamish.
Later, Morse did another take on the private-eye genre with The Big Enchilada and Sleaze. These novels’ hero, an ultratough detective named Sam Hunter, is a cross between Sam Spade and Conan the Barbarian. Filled with bad language, sex, and violence, the books alternately scandalized readers (“this book is gratuitous”) and blew them away (“Morse has written a book that is at once in the genre of the old-fashioned pulp magazine detective years and a send-up of the genre, and it works on both levels”).
Lastly, Morse was instrumental in the publication of An Old-Fashioned Mystery by the reclusive author Runa Fairleigh. A spoof on the cozy mystery, the book, called “the mystery to end all mysteries,” fooled (almost) everyone.