what is the number one selling book The Spicy-Adventure MEGAPACK : 25 Tales from the "Spicy" Pulps
21 of 21 people found the following review helpful. Great Collection of Spicy FictionBy James Elfers"Spicy" was the key word in 1930's and 1940's parlance for erotic fiction geared towards men. The stories are not explicit by today's standards but were very steamy for their day. While not necessarily "hot stuff" by today's standards, many of these stories still "do the trick" if you catch my drift. Women are often topless, rarely completely nude; lots of creamy thighs and heaving mounds of femininity. At various points in a story, a sentence will end with three dots ... and the narrative will continue after some time has passed. This is the code, for those in the know, that our studly male protagonist and the usually distressed damsel have "done it!"On the negative side, archaic racial and sexual attitudes and politically incorrect language reflective of the era often turn up in these adventures. Putting the stories in context makes encountering these artifacts of the era much easier to tolerate. The stories in this collection are little time capsules. Great for illustrating what made our grandfathers and great grandfathers pulses beat a little faster. Reading these you may find yourself feeling just like your ancestors. A bargain at any price.5 of 5 people found the following review helpful. Some like it spicy!By Christopher (o.d.c.)Robert Leslie Bellem is said to have written entire issues of Spicy Detective cover-to-cover, so it is not surprising that his unmistakable style is apparent under the pen names of Ellery Watson Calder and Atwater Culpepper as well."Talisman of Doom," by James W. Martin, is also by Bellem. It is the campiest story in the collection:Are you willing to risk your life, Langdon? The chances are youll be killed before this mission is finished.Im willing, sir!Good! Heres an official leave for you. Go to Paris. Contact this girl. If she gives you a bit of her underwear as a good-luck token, bring it back to me at once. Thats all.Brad Langdon saluted and strode out.Now, I can think of nothing more helpful right now, than to provide an mini-anthology of 'spicy' bits, to entice the potential reader:Her white arms were round his neck, she lay for a moment pliant in his embrace. The blood throbbed wildly in Terry Dales veins as he crushed her slender form to him, and all but choked her with his kiss. Soft, warm fleshsoft breasts crushed to hisutterly lovely in the lacy wisps of silk, no softer than her own velvety skinthen she pushed him away with a firm little hand. Work ahead, Terry. Come on and make it snappy. They slid noiselessly into the surf....When I have drunk my fill of your sweet charms, there are those who will pay me a goodly price for you! He caught her and bent her slender body backward, his dark face close to hers. He kissed her on the mouth, his hands caressing her throbbing young breasts as she fought to shake him off. Suddenly her hand flashed up to his face. Her clawing fingernails raked downward diagonally across his dark cheek, drawing blood. He released her with a savage curse Thou infidel daughter of a thousand and one obscene camels! he roared. For that I shall slice out your heart! His eyes flamed But before I kill you I shall possess youI swear by Allah and the Prophet I shall possess your charmsNever! Wilda Rhodes panted, her nude breasts rising and falling tumultuously......He licked his lips as his eyes strayed down her bodydown her slim waist to the lithe boyish thighs encased in tight-fitting riding breeches. Even the breeches could not hide the seductive curve of hips and legs which they covered. His eyes traveled back to the little pulse that beat in her creamy throat, and he felt his muscles swell with desire. He would have taken her long before this if John Evans hadnt been so watchful. He mentally cursed the man. Sally Trevors, looking up caught his eye, and read his mind rightly. She shuddered fastidiously, and made a swift movement to draw her beast aside...The storm was now of hurricane proportions. The scow, drifting helplessly, was at the mercy of every crashing wave. The wind roared down and around the lone figure of Tuffy as he fought his way back to the tiny superstructure where the girls were. He crawled in. At once a pair of arms encircled his neck and a soft face crushed up against his in fright.Are we sinking? It was Zoe who was hugging him so desperately.Naw, Tuffy tried to put confidence and disdain in his voice. This aint nothing. Only a little squall. Be over before morning. We cant sink in this old tub.Tuffy, will you do something for us girls? the question was from Mai.Anything you say.Then, for Petes sake, come on in here and hold us down. Were all mixed up in this rope and stuff. And every time a wave comes we bounce all over each other....And, finally, orders from the chief:"... Your weaponsthe knivesyou already have. Your apparel will be of the scantiest. I leave that to your own discretion."1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. 1930s Action StoriesBy P. R. CopeThese 25 stories from 1930s adventure magazines vary in quality. I personally enjoyed even the very worst ones where the author apparently used a thesaurus very badly. All of them are fast-paced adventures, typically with a male action hero who finds himself in a precarious situation involving evil men in an exotic location and a beautiful woman in peril of her life or honor. The women aren't necessarily helpless or good and the ending isn't necessarily a happy one. If you are familiar with Robert E. Howard and H.P. Lovecraft, you might get a sense of the style. (I am not comparing the quality of their material with these stories however.) The average read time should be around 15-30 minutes each. Crude, raunchy and, for me at least, lots of fun.