The fake Marcus, an Olympia house name in the '60s, is here with one of his finest works. One sliver of gold to encircle them all; and unceasing sex to bind them. A bored housewife is shocked to discover the change in herself when her husband's throw-away gift sends a rush of longing into her mid-section. But the ring is powerful, so much so that no man or woman can wear it for long before dying of exhaustion.

One of the rarest of the later van Hellers, possibly only a TC edition. It's the story of the physical and emotional wanderings of a young woman, and the many, many partners she meets along the way.

Duke had a gambling joint, and this joint had many girls--and Ape was there to make sure the girls behaved themselves for the customers. But Duke's beautiful wife had an even more beautiful teen-age sister, and that was the start of their big trouble.

Not for the squeamish: a steaming-hot saga of passion and brutality in the ancient temple of Angkor Wat. Too many people wanted the secrets it held--and none of them gave a damn who got hurt along the way.

Bert and Eli are out of jail, ready for action, and willing to do just about anything to handle their pent-up lust. Of course a pair that wild's gonna run afoul of the law eventually, but they know how to handle themselves on the inside as well.

Author van Heller is a legend among writers of erotic fiction, so good that his name and craft were often imitated, but never duplicated. Considered by many to be his finest work, Roman Orgy is a retelling of Spartacus. In this case, our hero is a servant, willful but submissive, until one day when Clodia, his master's wife, lures him into the baths, teases him, makes love to him... and then cries rape after the pair are found out. Forced to become a gladiator, Spartacus survives the colis...

Marcus Van Heller (John Stevenson) wrote this book for Olympia in 1961. The work presents detective Nick Harding, and wraps a thriller between amorous adventures and recollections of same.

Marcus van Heller's (John Stevenson's), account of a boy and a girl, innocent and in Eve's case somewhat frigid, who flee the countryside for London, him to be a painter, her an actress. Along the way, she trades her innocence for a career, with sometimes disastrous results, he gets caught up in the ecstastic arts scene, the two part, until finally reuniting in an earth-shattering conclusion.

Three grunts on a wild drunken jaunt, away from the pressures of war, and right smack dab into the joys of booze and women in a non-stop rollicking, sensuous tale, one recounted in exacting detail.

The oft-imitated but never duplicated Marcus Van Heller (John Stevenson), is back with this fast-paced account of rebellion, Algeria, the National Liberation Front and quite a bit of sex, some of it forced, some of it paid for, some given sweetly.

House name Marcus borrows a page from the Greta X playbook in this tale of women on the make using sex, violence and cement blocks to get what they want, when they want it. Though a product of the late '60s, this is the kind of book you read if you want to hear of wanton, lascivious women taking what's coming to 'em... and beating the rap.

Not to be included in the canon of Hellerotica, as laid down by Patrick Kearney, our sacred bibliographer. Still this work, part of Girodias' revival of the van Heller name for the late '60s Ophelia line, is an impressive account of a Hollywood star, marooned in England, imprisoned by hypocrites, sexually abused, who makes a comeback with his wits and physical gifts, educating various female members of the populace on the right way to do things, achieving his revenge in legendary fashion. ...