A power-hungry Texas billionaire was planning to stage a revolution in Mexico. But the FBI and CIA knew only that their agents, sent to infiltrate his mysterious strike force of elite mercs, had suffered horrible deaths.
The president's...
Able Team's mission: a cocaine bust in Manhattan. But a crooked trail soon takes the three aces of death to Windsor Castle in England. Able Team discovers that the fanatical Irish National Army of Liberation will attack the Royal Family in two...
World War III has passed and John Thomas Rourke, ex-CIA Cover Operations Officer, weapons specialist and survival expert has at last reached his home only to find that his wife and two children have fled for their lives. With the knowledge that his...
The call to Mack Bolan is urgent, almost frantic. Rosario Blancanaless kid sister, Toni, has been raped and beaten — but at least she is still alive, unlike the five otehr victims whose throats were slashed by the Minneapolist maniac.
In a...
3 Aug 1935 - 11 Aug 1935
"MIDNIGHT at the Casino" is the first chapter heading in this strange story of international intrigue wherein 'planes flit by night to secret landing-grounds and lightless launches nose their way up narrow creeks in a low...
Torn by political struggles and underground revolution, the Philippines are wide open to powermongers and would-be messiahs. Now the deadliest and most elusive terrorist-bomber in the world stalks its crowded streets, plotting an act that will...
It's the young Republic of Texas' worst nightmare, as the scattered Comanches have united under a single warrior chief to ready a campaign of carnage. Only one man can turn back this tide of bloody terror--John Henry McAllen, head of the ragtag...
This time, all the stops were out. Mack Bolan became a single-minded, death-spewing avenger the minute Eve disappeared...
Someone he cared about, Eve had been swallowed up by the voracious bloodthirst of international terror.
Bolan...
A Gross Business.
Wesley Pruiss was just a misunderstood and misled publishing entrepreneur. The dirtier his little magazine got the more money he made. There seemed to be no limit to the dirt or the money. His full-color monthly, called...