Edward S. Aarons

Standing beside Lissa, the girl who had breathed life into his pain-racked body, Adam stared at the tragic, twisted remains of the once-shiny space vehicle which had taken him to the stars. Its streaked, heat-rusted metal, cracked and cratered, made Adam shiver with the memory of his rendezvous with death and his horror of the perils which lay ahead. He was isolated in a tiny mountain village , surrounded by Communist police. And he could trust only Lissa─the woman who had sacrificed her body to a savage lover in order to save Adam's life. This was the man they'd sent Durell to find. From Back Cover Blurb

One stop to freedom She called herself Sally, and her eyes were pure gold. So was her skin. The rest of her was a treasure, too. And she wanted Sam to have it all. But Sam had other plans, because Sally wasn't just another girl. She was the princess of Pakuru, and Sam had to smuggle her and her brother out of the tiny African domain before it exploded around them. An ancient locomotive was the only means of escape, but against an army of hired assassins and bloodthirsty rebels, Sam knew that it wasn't going to be a joyride. From Back Cover Blurb

Sam Durell heard it first at K Section of the Central Intelligence Agency: Calvin Padgett had disappeared. He had vanished from his guarded quarters, slipped past the MPs, got beyond the barbed wire, eluded the radar screen, escaped the 'copter patrol, and disappeared. From Washington D. C., the orders poured out: "Assign Sam Durell. Tell him to find Padgett, stop him, gag him. If necessary, killl him. Durell has four days to accomplish assignment." Ninety-six hours for Sam Durell to track down the one man who knew everything about our missile and satellite program. It was the tough agent's toughest assignment. From Back Cover Blurb

SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE a shot would be squeezed off, and a high official would fall to an assassin's bullet. Out of the ensuing charges of treachery and deceit would evolve an equation that spelled atomic war . . . The man who would order that shot fired came across the room and put a gun to Sam Durell's head. The muzzle grated painfully against Sam Durell's scalp, just above the ear. He smelled oil on the gun barrel and shaving lotion and the heat in the summer fabric of the man's suit. Mission completed, Sam Durell thought. He had found the traitor─in the complex brain of the CIA─wearing a known and trusted face. "Are you afraid now, Sam?" the traitor asked. From Back Cover Blurb

They gave him another man's face, some phony confidence and sent him into China on the most terrifying mission of his life. Durell didn't have time to thank them. Maybe because his face just didn't fit, and maybe because he was too busy trying to keep alive. Whatever the motive Sam Durell, alias the dreaded Major Shan of L-5, had a lot on his mind. Trouble was brewing fast. Trouble in the form of General Chien─agent, prisoner of L-5, and likely to spill at any time. Durell had to bring him or kill him─they left that to his discretion. And to satisfy his nocturnal intersts they gave him Jasmine ─a sweet fragrant flower, but as deadly as belladonna. Durell wasn't too hot on Confucius but he did know that, "He who hath no business in Peking, shouldn't be looking". From Back Cover Blurb

SAM DURELL once said his job was troubleshoooting for a government agency so secret that even the government didn't know about it. This time everybody seemed to know more about his job than he did. This time he was practically dead before he started . . .a prisoner buried alive in a dark, suffocating cell in the sewers of Bangkok. No one was supposed to know he was even in the city. Yet only minutes after his arrival he'd been ambushed and kidnapped. Someone had known. Someone had seen him. Someone had been waiting for him. Who? How? Sam decided to worry about that later. First he had to get some fresh air. From Back Cover Blurb

A novel about a young man from a poor background who fights with the U.S. Marines in World War Two

The assignment was simple: repossession of American property─$300 million of it.. Sam Durell knew this just had to be an unpleasant job. First of all, the money had completely vanished in the bloody Bogandan civil war. As if this wasn't enough, Durell discovered that the local CIA agent was a woman. How could a man who lived and hunted alone be expected to work with a young, attractive woman he didn't even trust? He figured he was better off without her─until he had a painful clash with a couple of totally unscrupulous female pirates. From Back Cover Blurb

A romance set in Sicily and Louisiana in the context of the Mafiosi (more).

It was supposed to be a routine assignment. Nothing Dangerous. Nothing Sticky. Just track down the famous missing Afghan Dragon─a national treasure worth in the neighborhood of five million dollars. The neighborhood was very rough, though. The missing Dragon had become a cause célebré. The Middle East had a brand new powderkeg. And Sam was sitting right on top of it. Durell was not happy. Someone was using him as a patsy. Someone had betrayed him. Someone on his own team. . . From Back Cover Blurb

In Arizona a man named Tom Everett who operated a filling station had been brutally beaten before his throat was cut. In Indiana a man named John Miller who ran a contracting company had been killed in exactly the same way. In New York a man named Perry Hayward who worked in an advertising agency died in terrible agony. In Louisiana a man named Peter Labouisse who owned a fishing boat was mutilated before his jugular vein was slit. And the link between these murders was a beautiful, fiery woman called Angelina. Durell had to get to her first, find out what she knew, and save her from the depraved sadism of the hired killers, the cool cunning of the inquisitors. From Back Cover Blurb

Durell could recognize that special knife thrust as the favorite technique of Helmuth Dinov, commander of Moscow's deadly Blue Squad Four, elite professional assasins who could kill a man in any of a hundred brutal ways. Could Lisette Pollini tell him what Dinov was after? Or was she luring Durell to his death among the ancient monuments of Venice. From Back Cover Blurb

When it came down to his life or hers, Sam stopped treating her like a lady . . . Sam Durell had been with K Section for more years than he cared to remember. As chief field agent he knew the world's cities and jungles better than any man alive. And he was still alive. Which was more than could be said for all his old friends. But the Sumatra assignment was pretty damn frightening. When it came down to his life or hers, Sam stopped treating her like a lady . . . Sam Durell had been with K Section for more years than he cared to remember. As chief field agent he knew the world's cities and jungles better than any man alive. And he was still alive. Which was more than could be said for all his old friends. But the Sumatra assignment was pretty damn frightening─even for Sam. Because this time his fellow agent was a woman, a lethal lady with a passion for killing. Lydia was good with a knife, fantastic with a gun and absolutely lethal with her hands. And the killing really turned her on . . . Sam wasn't at all happy about trusting her. And Sam was hardly ever wrong . . .even for Sam. Because this time his fellow agent was a woman, a lethal lady with a passion for killing. Lydia was good with a knife, fantastic with a gun and absolutely lethal with her hands. And the killing really turned her on . . . Sam wasn't at all happy about trusting her. And Sam was hardly ever wrong . . . From Back Cover Blurb

When the first note arrived, it was thrown away as the work of a crank. When the next note came─with duplicates to the U.S. State Department and the CIA─a routine search was made. Nothing. So file it and forget it. It's only a rumor. The notes became more specific, mentioned things that only a handful of men in the whole world knew. So the entire northern coast of Europe was scoured. Again nothing. It doesn't exist. It's just a rag-tag end of terror propaganda. File it . . . Then came the proof. And filing it, forgetting it, dismissing it as propaganda, would mean the end of half the world if Durell couldn't find Cassandra within 47 hours. From Back Cover Blurb

Right from the beginning Durell wanted to say no. It was the kind of assignment that turned the guts of a man who'd spent a lifetime protecting the security of his country. It made Durell look at the livid scars on his body and wonder who in the hell he was risking his neck for. But the answer this time was simple─and the orders came straight from the top. He was to spare no effort─not even his own life─to bring back a killer, a sadist, a defector who'd gone over to the Reds and was now hiding in the Asian jungles, waiting to come back home. Durell's job was to see that he got back─one hundred percent alive. It might not be so bad if he were handling the job alone─as usual. But this time he was to work with a partner─the beautiful woman from out of his past, the sultry, sensuous Deirdre, whose life would hang by a slender thread in the vicious game to save a man Durell hated . . . From Back Cover Blurb

Sam Durell didn't want the assignment. In fact, he was damned if he would take it on. Then he realised that he would be damned if he didn't, so in he went . . . Something about a painting and something about a new scheme for world government. Cranks, of course. But then cranks are often dangerous men. They have to be watched closely. And since each of these had a beautiful young daughter, Durell got more enthusiastic. There were still some things he appreciated, despite years of hard living and blasé assumptions. Off they went─Durell and the quartet of cuties. In search of a painting which masked the plans to a nuclear device. And en route they ran into a little bit of trouble. She called herself Madame Hung, Durell called her the dangerous spider, and the world never got the chance to find out what she would have done if Durell hadn't happened along. From Back Cover Blurb

"NOT AN HOUR, NOT A MINUTE, NOT A SECOND WHILE YOU ARE IN LUBINDA WILL YOU BE SAFE. YOU WILL NOT REST, YOU WILL NOT EAT OR DRINK, YOU WILL NOT SLEEP. YOU WILL DIE, DURELL Durell was used to threats. He had always lived on a knife-edge of terror and danger. He trusted no one. As a chief field agent for K section, he had learned how to stay alive. In his business, anonymity was the key to survival. Now someone had blown his cover, and he was face to face with death at the hands of invisible terrorists who wanted to take over the small African country of Lubinda. Their secret weapon was oil. But Sam had a secret weapon, too. Himself. From Back Cover Blurb