Maurice John Busby Pointe Claire, Quebec, 1943 |
“The Tritonian Ring,” by L. Sprague de Camp
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A JOURNEY THROUGH CANADA'S FORGOTTEN, NEGLECTED AND SUPPRESSED WRITING
The Rancher and the Redhead Rebecca Winters Toronto: Harlequin, 1993 |
The Rancher and the Redhead Susannah Davis Toronto: Harlequin, 1995 |
The Rancher and the Redhead Allison Leigh Toronto: Harlequin, 1998 |
Deux femmes et un rancher [The Rancher and thé Redhead] Susannah Davis Toronto: Harlequin, 1996 |
This is a fast moving very shocking crime story, which tells of a young and glamorous heiress, whose beauty excites a gang of brutal mobsters to such an extent that they leave a trail of death and destruction in their efforts to kidnap and debauch her. The detective, Dave Fenner, is called in to crack the case, and matches the sadistic brutality of the gang with his own particular brand of violence. This is definitely not a book for the faint-hearted who cannot stand explosive violence and action.Chase is a special case. With I'll Bury My Dead, we're promised a tale of "murder and violence". Figure It Out for Yourself finds hero Vic Malloy "snarled up in a vicious vortex of murder, glamorous women and violent non-stop action". Twelve Chinks and a Woman, the title Harlequin would really like us all to forget, finds sleuth Dave Fenner descending into a "merciless violent Underworld".
Maverick Guns J.E. Ginstead 1950 |
The Case of the Six Bullets R.M. Laurenson 1950 |
The Cold Trail Paul E. Lehman 1950 |
Fall Guy Joe Barry 1950 |
She Died on the Stairway Knight Rhodes 1950 |
Wreath for a Redhead Brian Moore 1951 |
The Dead Stay Dumb James Hadley Chase 1951 |
False Face Leslie Edgley 1951 |
Hunt the Killer Day Keene 1952 |
The Body on Mount Royal David Montrose 1953 |
The Shining Ship and Other Verse for Children Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Toronto: McClelland, Goodchild & Stewart, 1918 |
Breathless, she couldn't say anything, and taking her silence as acquiescence, he kissed her again, whispering, "I'll call you tomorrow."Municipal elections take place across Ontario today, meaning Rob Ford's time as Toronto's mayor is nearly over. Given the man's current health struggles, it may be unseemly to feel good about this, but I do. Ford did considerable harm to Toronto. Barring the election of his brother, which is unlikely, the city will be better off.
Then he was gone. Before she went in, Jenn took a good look at the spot on her front porch where she'd just been kissed – twice – by His Worship, the mayor of Toronto.
Enza Anderson and Mel Lastman, Toronto, 1999 |
The Globe & Mail, 14 March 1972 |
Suddenly the room behind her was plunged into darkness, and the square outside seemed to spring into full vibrant light. The fountain in the middle gleamed beneath its lighted arches. Queen Street and Bay Street glowed from Saturday night traffic. The clock tower of Old City Hall shone the hour with benign dignity, while all around, office buildings, banks, insurance companies and hotels cast glitter from myriad windows into the night. And above it all shone the full moon, golden, warm, familiar, seductive.Firebrand is as much a novel about the love between Jenn and Mike as it is the author's love for her hometown. This is no brilliant observation on my part.
Before her, all six-foot-four of him glowing in the soft window light, stood Mike, fully and gloriously a man. Hungry for her with a hunger that was obvious in every part of his huge body. She dropped her eyes, suddenly shy.Dedication:
That gesture of shyness pushed him right over the edge of longing. He wanted her so much. He took a single step closer.
And she fairly ran into his arms. Sweet, wise, willing Jenn. She had his heart, his soul, his body and his love.
Tenderly he lowered her onto the deep, soft rug.