Books by Harrison Wade

It was a mad, murderous, naked, summer night.... And...like so many things that happen, this couldn't have. He couldn't be standing in the morgue, looking down at his own dead body! "That's you, Johnny," the cops told him. "Mr. Murder of 1956!" It stopped Johnny cold. But things warmed up when he got past the cops and hoods. He ran smack into a brunette just delighted to romance a real, live corpse... And a blonde who, as the bullets threatened, seemed to urge between silky kisses -- "Have a hot seat, darling!"