M��nage �� Noir

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>You've happened upon three taut tales of tension mayhem double-dealing and dark deeds all penned by a master craftsman who rarely writes about someplace he hasn't been or something he hasn't done.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In this trilogy's opening tale </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>Dead Drop</em></strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> private detective and often seasick SCUBA diver J.D. Harris heads down to the beautiful Caribbean islands hoping to find his missing partner and instead discovers a diabolical trap and the kind of femme fatale who can give a man sweat-soaked nightmares. In </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>The Other End of Newbury Street</em></strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Hartov takes us back to Boston in the early 1970s where a barely surviving gumshoe and screwup named Arthur Friedland can't seem to get even one thing right. And at last with </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>Pocket Litter</em></strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Hartov brings us back into his own past world of spies and terrorists and a nail-biting rendezvous where an intelligence officer is about to get himself killed because of one small slip.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>These are the kinds of stories that hard-drinking writers used to pen about rough men and women written by a pro who's inherited the mantles of Mickey Spillane and Len Deighton. Pour yourself a tumbler of whiskey light up a smoke and hold onto your hats and guns.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>From </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>New York Times</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> bestselling author</span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> STEVEN HARTOV</strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> (</span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The Last of the Seven</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The Soul of a Thief</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> and </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In the Company of Heroes)</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> comes this collection of climactic short stories which embody the essence of noir skillfully crafted for the modern reader.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The ghosts of Raymond Chandler James M. Caine and Horace McCoy are at a bar lamenting the end of the American short story. In comes Papa Hemingway with a copy of </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>M��nage �� Noir</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. 'Thank God we still have Steven Hartov' he says. They all clink glasses.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>- Jerome Preisler </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>New York Times</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> bestselling author</span></p>