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It is called Crota...and it has awakened. Sheriff Skip Harding is called out to investigate a double homicide unlike any he has seen before. The bodies have been torn to pieces in the woods. Some think it's a bear. But others whisper something different. "It is the Crota," they say, - the great beast of Native American legend that one day will reawaken. Now that day has arrived.

"....I didn't like it. But hey, that's what I'm hired to do. I deal daily with murder and mayhem. The real problem was when I had to go undercover and UNCOVERED in a nudist camp, or as they called themselves 'naturalist'. Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against naked, especially when it comes in the form of one gorgeous blond tomato, but how did they expect me to protect anyone, when I have nowhere to conceal my gun?"

There is a dark underside to the sunny city of St. Augustine, Florida. An ancient evil is awakened in the Tolomato Cemetery, and is intent on stalking and destroying the citizens of the town. The evil creature, a Shiru, was believed to be a mythical beast from ancient Indian legend. The legend says the Shiru once roamed the earth attempting to mate with the women of the local Indian tribes in an effort to breed, but the Indians recognized the danger and hunted them down, destroying their hideous deformed offspring.

I'm no music lover and, what's more, I was the rascal they were dying to kill. Me. Shell Scott. "Where there's death, there's hope" - that was gangdom's newest slogan. I was measured for a grave and I was supposed to share it with a gorgeous redhead named Coral.

Howie Blake and Dobie Tinkerman are two friends not expecting too much out of life. All they want is to make a living, and to have a good town to earn it in. When they met Waldo Fritz it looked like they might have at least found a paying job - armed robbery. Waldo tries hard to teach them the way of the outlaw, but the results are less than spectacular. Their hearts just aren't in it.

"I've practically made a career out of babes, but this one really hit me. She had a shape like a three-dimensional dream, and I hugged that vision with my mind. Right from that first glance I had memorized her. She was the key - uhm - 'figure' in a sensational investigation leading all the way to the U.S. Congress. And me? I'm the shamus prepared to pursue both her and the clues to the ends of the earth, if only for the rear view."

"I'm Shell Scott, a private investigator with 20-20 vision, particularly when I have a 36-22-36 assignment. This assignment was a chaste girl who was being chaste-by me. And I was being chased, too, by an unfriendly hired gun who wanted to make me a headline on the obituary page. Gangdom's funeral directors had decided I was going to be their next client."

Nobody was stopping Leon Moses from settling on the spread he had bought with his pay from long, hard years with the 10th Cavalry - not the slick lawyer who cheated him on the sale, not the rustlers who ran off his stock, not the law that turned its back on him, not the neighboring ranchers who turned their guns on him, not the attacking Apaches who turned the sea of grass red with blood. Leon Moses was black and had to show a lot of folks that courage knew no color, and that they’d stop his bullets before they could stop him from taking what was rightfully his.

When business owner and personal friend Jay Weather is murdered, all the evidence points to P.I. Mark Logan as the killer. Logan knows he didn't do it...or does he? It is his .357 found next to the body, and he can't remember where he was, or what he did the night of the murder.

There were 12 of them. Bottoms, that is. Au naturel. The most eye-wrecking collection of derrieres ever to pop out of a printed page - the "WOW' pin-up girls...one for each month of the year. No faces, no names, not even swaddling clothes...just September, October, December, like that. Man, you should have seen January - every inch a torrid zone. And wouldn't you know I'd get to work through the whole calendar? Well, they don't call me Shell Scott for nothing.

Best-selling author David Chase has unknowingly written a story that parallels a gruesome but real-life terrorist attack. He becomes the key suspect of an intense CIA investigation. The man known only as the Urban Healer, an underground cult figure born with extraordinary powers of the senses and an uncanny ability to heal, saves Chase's life from an assassination attempt. As fugitives, they flee across the country in a desperate search for answers in a race against impending apocalyptic doom.

A Drew Gavin Mystery. With his new position as Albuquerque Gazette sports editor, Drew Gavin hopes life will slow down. Then a late night phone call brings Drew to the side of his reporter and friend, Curtis White, who has awoken in a strange bed beside a beautiful cheerleader. The problem is the cheerleader is dead, and a pompom blossoms from her mouth like some deadly flower. Curtis can't remember a thing about the night before, but swears he is innocent.

Cliff Lightman's computer whiz son, Sky, has disappeared after hacking into a police database to research an old unsolved murder case. And Avery Kord, Sky's mentor and multi-billionaire boss, is implicated in the murder.

In a small town where doors are left unlocked at night, everyone knows your name, and alcohol is strictly forbidden, it's difficult even for a teenaged boy to get in trouble. But 15-year-old Mark Stoddard has his ways, and with the help of his best friend Ferret and Ferret's newly arrived tomboy cousin TJ, Mark is determined to spice up his summer, and win the respect of his older brother Jess, the local deputy sheriff, by catching a local bootlegger, an evil old man with a deadly grudge against Jess...and wielding a switchblade.

Drew Gavin, a former University of New Mexico star defensive end, is reduced to churning out jaded sportswriter commentary for the Albuquerque Gazette. He is suddenly reminded of his glory days when he crosses paths with his college sweetheart, Helen Graham, at the homecoming game. Helen asks Drew to help her husband, Freddie, who is indebted to an intimidating bookie, Three Eyes Sanchez.

His childhood proficiency with a six-gun both amazed and frightened his aunt and uncle. As a teenager, he drank too much, alarming the other members of Ben Fitzpatrick's outlaw band. His anger as a young man scared himself almost as much as it did everyone else. And there was good reason to fear Harry Sanders, infamous outlaw and killer. He'd killed his first man early in life, and found he liked it. He and his brothers, Charlie and Ralph, rustled cattle with Fitzpatrick, killing anyone in their way.

A beautiful young woman is brutally murdered. Sheriff Walker Whitlow knows he's found the murderer of young Eileen Matthews, but lab tests seem to prove that the suspect isn't the murderer. Now, while fending off devastating political attacks, the sheriff must race against time to find the real murderer and save his job. With only his loyal deputy, his deputy's well-informed wife, and his good-for-nothing son to count on, the sheriff has his work cut out for him.