To Kiss, or Kill, first published in 1951, is a classic noir murder mystery by Day Keene (1904-1969). Just out of the mental asylum, no one could blame heavyweight boxer, Barney Mandell, a little overindulgence at a tavern. And when a hot little number wanted to sleep with him, well it had been two years since he was a free man. But Barney remembered his wife, Gale, and thinks he told the cheap floozy that he'd have to pass. But Barney's mind hadn't been working so well la...

Sleep with the Devil, first published in 1954, is a hard-boiled noir crime novel by prolific author Day Keene (pseudonym of Gunnar Hjerstedt, 1904-1969). The novel follows Les Ferron, a borderline sociopath who commits a series of crimes, has two girlfriends – one "good," and one "bad – and a large amount of cash. The plot has twists along the way to keep readers engaged to the very end in this taut thriller.

What's the first thing you think of doing when you find you only have months to live? Hint: it involves money. A lot of it. And it isn't yours. And the second thing...?

The night noises of Greenwich Village had died away and the familiar sounds and smells of morning were beginning. There was a fragrance of freshly made coffee and frying onions. He could hear a faint tinkle of milk bottles and an occasional scuff of feet on the walk as some early rising laborer made his way to the subway. Dawn followed the swish of the water truck up Sullivan Street! A new day had begun. A day that would begin with blackmail...and end in murder.

She had a plan . . .She would find the man that had done this terrible thing to her.She would get into her cream-colored Cadillac and drive until she came to Blairville - his town.She would look for his house and go there with the little pearl-handled revolver in her purse.Then, as calmly as she could, she would tell him who she was and why she had come . . . and she would pull the trigger of the revolver as many times as was necessary . . .

On the day they gave the money away . . . the shopping center was a scene of confusion. A carnival had been set up nearby, and now a clown was throwing coins and bills to the eager crowd.Suddenly the gay scene changed to nightmare. A man clutched his stomach and dropped to the ground. A clown was shot; a young mother was killed by a stray bullet. The merrymakers were no longer the audience, but unwilling pawns in a dangerous game - with life or death as the stakes.

He was an ex-con walking the last steps toward freedom. He was an ex-con torn between the lust to get the man who “sent him up the river” and the vow to go straight; torn between returning to his faithful wife and his pulse-quickening Cuban mistress...As the prison gates closed behind him het met—not his wife, but the enticing Cuban. She took him to a private retreat in the woods. She was everything that he remembered.Then suddenly she was cold—cold and dead in his arms!

Alive, she was worth a fortune . . . dead, she was a racketeer’s life insurance!Mona Ambler sat in the death house with a secret that not even a decent guy like Mike Duval could extract. Just home from Korea, Mike had to go about saving the gal the hard way. Maybe she really had shot and killed a jewelry salesman, maybe she had been the no-good thieving B-girl the papers had reported, but just the same she had also been the beloved wife of Mike’s only brother.The odds were ...

They showed me the bone fragments, and the charred diamond, and everything else - but I said to hell with their theory.Wilma was alive and I knew it.She had to be. The newspapers were yelling that I had murdered her!

When Jim Charters drank, he talked too much. He claimed he could get Pearl Mantinover out of the death house because he could prove she was innocent. Shooting off his mouth this time led Jim into the tightest spot of his life . . . The next morning he woke up with $10,000 in his hand and voluptuously naked Lou Tarrent in his bed. Jim was on a chase that kept him running for his life, for Lou was all woman and wouldn’t take no for an answer!

She lived fast...and she loved fast.Everyone who knew Helene Camden had a good reason for wanting her dead:Hal Camden - her husband, who knew she was two-timing him all over FloridaTom Ferris - who knew all the angles...and the curvesCharlie Ames - who woke up in the dead woman’s bedBen Sheldon - who had an eye for business...and for anything in skirtsA thrill-packed suspense tale with a stunning surprise ending...

He was as rare as a three-dollar bill . . . an honest man in the town of French Bayou - that was crowding Phenix City out of corruption’s first place.He was young Deputy Sheriff Andy Latour, with enough stern morality for someone to have set an assassin on his trail.But Latour dodged the bullets, and now it was urgent that his voice be silenced. So - a phone call in the night, a drive out of town, the thud of a blackjack.And when Latour woke to daylight he was ringe...