Wolf DeVoon

Adult content. The story opens in a private New York casino with fine dining, a lively showroom, and valet parking for members, operating 10 pm to 5 am, all of it fronted by a covid testing laboratory in the worst section of Lower Manhattan, surrounded by abandoned, crumbling structures built a century ago. Casino showroom patrons are public officials, millionaires, grifters, and glamorous girlfriends in sable and mink. Employees are out of work actors, former cops, illegal aliens, women with a shady past, and tough managers, all of them working for cash during covid lockdown, hired and supervised by a middle aged gunslinger who works long hours seven days a week and calls himself Billy Larko. He's fascinated with a woman he encounters backstage in the showroom, who he thinks is somehow involved in the jazz scene, plays piano and writes music. She's also a high priced hooker, revealed when he takes her on a three-day Christmas holiday to propose marriage at an AirBnB. Thus commences an electrifying and passionate romantic saga. Larko raids his own cash cage at the casino and they flee New York with no destination in mind, except unbreakable union between a hopelessly smitten hard guy and the sexiest woman on earth. It propels them coast to coast in steeply escalating erotic adventures involving others. He compares it to taking a nuclear bomb to a church picnic when they visit his hometown, seducing Larko's childhood sweetheart to join them domestically, the first of numerous complications that will doom Larko to risk everything to defend the wanton and exceptionally talented pianist he loves.

Three hundred years in the future, a space colony in solar orbit, far from a dead Earth. It is not a new colony, battered by a century of solar wind, meteorites, and lethal cosmic rays. Nor is it a happy colony. Men outnumber women 4 to 1. When a dozen young women are transported from another colony to stimulate baby production, two of the new arrivals are highly qualified engineers. They find brave men to mate, risking their lives in a blue collar adventure of courage, competence, and vulnerability. Adult content. Graphic sex. "There ought to be a law against her," Gadant says about the blonde genius who loves him and transforms his world of nuts and bolts repair work to inspire a heartless warrior.

All playboys go to a ribald and hilarious heaven when they die. Cast of comedians in order of appearance: Narrator, a Talking Duck, Adele Flooney, Almighty God, Ayn Rand, Nick Narcourt, Gary Cooper, Kyle Marshall, Clare Wright, John Pierpont Morgan, Jake the Carpenter, Betsy, Pamela, and Alejandro Rey, plus a supporting cast of bit players like Annette Funicello, who belongs in any sane man's heaven, restored to youthful beauty and reunited with a loving and loyal husband. Heaven should have happy endings or there's no sense calling it heaven, right? Fantasic and heartbreaking, author Wolf DeVoon offers an adult tale of kinky sex, residential construction comedy, and heavenly sports that make grown men blush.

Bruno Heckmeier seizes the opportunity of his life in this fictional account of a middle-aged filmmaker, the friends in show business who support him, a highly unusual home life, and every obstacle imaginable to put Chiseltown on the big screen, a rollicking flashback to the late 70s, with plenty of comedy, drama and horrifying stunts on a shoestring budget. He has six weeks to organize everything, six weeks to shoot it, and six weeks for post production. Trust me, that's working at top speed, on a project that reunites a Poverty Row "hack" with a glamorous Oscar nominee ex-wife who does not want to do the picture.

Objectivist fiction at its best. Dreams and realities that bite and growl, scurry and dare. A squad of commandos and a tough cop slightly out of her depth. A handsome young detective baffled by an old Marine and a glamorous widow. A hotel encounter that changes two lives for the better, provided that they can successfully escape the glare of gossip rags, paparazzi, and lawyers. If Wolf DeVoon wrote it, be prepared for anything.

In a lengthy and compelling collection of ideas, social criticism, and technical knowledge, author Wolf DeVoon emerges as a thoughtful, independent pioneer. A subject index invites the reader to pick a topic and explore what he thinks about politics, filmmaking, legal theory, American history, oil reserves, secret agents, the rights of children, legislation, and intimate aspects of DeVoon's life, challenging and clearly expressed from first page to last. He opens with a note of thanks to you, the reader.

The new Alaska gold rush was liberty and common law justice. It was his to defend, his to shepherd in the air, on the sea, and underwater, for as long and as conscientiously as possible on Ralston's watch as Commander-in-Chief, an enormous land mass that abutted Russia on his western flank and grimly faced the southern DMZ that stretched five hundred miles from the Misty Fjords to Vanderhoof. The Executive Branch presents diplomatic intrigue, brutal special forces action, and a tour de force of libertarian ideas about national security.

I've been watching a video I made yesterday, a compilation of film footage and still photos, highlights of my career as a showman. I should say sadistic lunatic. A truly incredible list of crimes. I threw pies in people's faces, dumped buckets of paint on their heads, made them slip and fall, set them on fire, had a dwarf use a slingshot to shoot a marble at a showgirl's butt on stage. I forced a perfectly respectable, capable cinematographer to use a single bare lightbulb in a ceiling fixture. I bellowed at a dignified senior producer in a swish West End restaurant and demanded a four man crew, two cameras instead of one, and when I got to the concert, I bullied and berated the group's manager to let my people walk on stage with the headliner. I've told people to their faces that they had no talent, give it up, don't even try. The number and depth of my egregious financial sins were too many to count or weigh. Some of my stunts were preposterously vain, challenging top executives who had the power to crush me. Worse, much worse -- I think that some hundreds of people, maybe thousands were moved by ideas that I promulgated. I put my hand on the lever of history. No sense of humility. I took a million liberties in the name of art, the highest form of pleasure known to man. Why? -- because we live but once. I lived.

Volume Two contains all four novels in DeVoon's sizzling detective series The Case Files of Cable and Blount, conceived as a film and television franchise, starring Marine Corps hero Christopher Cable and his brainy bisexual wife Mary Blount PhD, a modern Nick and Nora Charles. They risk life and limb in A Portrait of Valor (2016), cheat death in The Tar Pit (2017), roil international currency markets in Charity (2017), and chase halfway around the world in the mysterious cold case adventure Finding Flopsie (2018). Five star praise for Wolf DeVoon's CABLE & BLOUNT series: "A master of sly observations, of the truths hidden in words, a big dose of literary fun, that even if played out in today's world, echoes to the time when men were men, and writers weren't afraid to tell stories." (L.B. Johnson) "One part grit, a dash of over the top machismo, a pinch of womanly intuition and common sense, add heartfelt devotion, murder, and heat over a flame of erotic pleasure." (Goodreads librarian) "The combination of courage, tenderness, integrity, brains and raw sensuality is way out of the ordinary. A Portrait of Valor alternately growls, whimpers and seduces, pulling crime noir characters out of stereotype, breathing 21st century life into a well worn genre. Private eye Chris Cable struggles against his nature. He melts like an ice cube on a hot plate one minute and the next moment breaks his mold like a brick through a plate glass window. Realistically erotic, appropriate to the unsheathed violence that is happening around them. I was scared for them." (Erik Svehaug) Who is Chris Cable? - straight, tough, loves women, fights with men to retain his self respect and win as often as possible. That's why he carries a gun, a particularly nice gun, a SIG-Sauer 1911. When it's shot out of his hand, a crippling injury, Chris has to make do with a left handed PPK. Later in life, he'll be given a SIG P320, government standard issue, a 9mm with no mechanical safety, just draw and shoot. He's military, on first name basis with national security people and LAPD. He earned two battlefield promotions as a Marine Corps officer, immersed in relentless death and dismemberment, work that fighting men do. Half of his platoon were KIA, the other half scarred and crippled, including Chris, decorated for bravery. When Navy comrade Nick Narcourt was severely wounded, an officer he liked and respected, Chris resigned his commission, spent a year at his friend's bedside, helped him through rehab. They were both finished with killing. Nightmare memories were bad enough. What do ex-military people do? Law enforcement. Except that Chris had a hard time taking orders, following rules. After a couple years of getting yelled at and told to do nothing, Chris decided he'd rather be a private investigator, have gun will shoot. That succeeds for a while, but no one wants to hire him twice. He's dangerous, hard, emotionally absent. Girls shun him in nightclubs. They know who he is, a lone wolf, doesn't take any hooey. Of course there's a perfect female for Chris - a modern Nick and Nora Charles - except that Chris is armed and dangerous and well-connected, has friends and family in secret government service, career O.G.A. who don't tell Congress what they're doing, routinely misdirect Presidents and cabinet secretaries, collaborate with DIA, NSC and NSA, but never FBI. There's an open job offer in Langley if he wants it as a ruthless covert operator - urbane, sexy, Ivy League confident and unpredictable. Station chiefs complain that Cable did it again, went dark and failed to report as ordered, impossible to supervise. Murder. Prison. Black Ops. And one of the greatest love stories ever told. Four tense adventures by Wolf DeVoon, champion of anarchy, individual action and red hot sex, the passionate romance of a hard man and an intelligent woman. Wild, cinematic, told in blazingly realistic language, escapades that celebrate love and courage u

Hard men, courageous women, undiluted passion and triumph. A style of storytelling unique to Wolf DeVoon, radical anarchist, literary renegade. Volume One contains four of DeVoon's finest novels including the tense underworld tragedy of 'Partners, ' a blockbuster sci-fi epic 'Mars Shall Thunder, ' futuristic intrigue of laughing playboys and hardened cops in 'The Good Walk Alone, ' and his shockingly honest Hollywood sojourn 'First Feature.' Explicit language. Five star praise for PARTNERS "The truth is often dark and brilliant at once. If you are a fan of film noir, Wolf DeVoon will not disappoint ... a big Midwest city in the mid-70s, when corruption was rampant and lives expendable, a minefield for Kyle, even as he tries to preserve his innate sense of duty and honor in a den of thieves. DeVoon is great with description. You truly get a sense of the people and the city. The author's best work to date and I truly enjoyed the ride." (L. Paul) MARS SHALL THUNDER "Mars is magnificently realised. The dialogue and interaction of the characters is gripping, the action scenes marvellously portrayed. Wolf is one of the best independent authors I've ever encountered." (Samuel Z. Jones) "DeVoon competently combines the pull of a space story with suspenseful twists and turns of a thriller. He also appears to be another of the select group of men with the uncanny ability to portray exclusively female experiences accurately. Almost up to the book's very end, the reader's pulled along and kept guessing as to what's going to happen. Mars Shall Thunder is a satisfying tapestry of space thriller, love story, and thought provoking observations on the human condition." (Sunni Maravillosa) "Characters are drawn in shades of gray and this novel is smart, funny and tough." (Craig Morgan) THE GOOD WALK ALONE "Set in post-apocalyptic Costa Rica, the cops are women. DeVoon's personal experiences showed him reasons to assert that law enforcement should be entrusted exclusively to women. It is a radical theory. I found it empirically supported. If you want the best police force, get college educated women. The story has all the usual elements: love, jealousy, suspense and gunfire, with a conclusion not quite resolved." (Michael E. Marotta) FIRST FEATURE "Fascinating insider view. A gutsy look at the way careers in Hollywood get made." (Cass McMain) "The best thing I've ever read." (Tom Ruppenthal) "Wolf DeVoon is an interesting character even by anarcho-libertarian standards. For all his efforts, I am personally very grateful." (Ali Massoud)

The year is 1975. Kyle Marshall needs a job. The ad said partner wanted, work nights. 'Partners' begins and ends in a frigid Wisconsin winter, from the first frost of November to snowbound Christmas, a February blizzard, finally a freak March ice storm, an actual event that occurred in 1976 and paralyzed the city of Milwaukee for an entire week. When the ice storm melts, winter is over and the tale ends, four months of gun battles, love, and loss. There are several reasons why this is an important novel, not least of which is its historical significance. It depicts an era in which men were men and women liked them that way. Mafia influence and corruption of city government was profound. Wisconsin Avenue had strippers and mob-controlled nightclubs and hotels. They had a lock on cigarette vending and pinball, prostitution, sports wagering, liquor, loan sharking, longshoremen and truck transport. Rivals were eliminated with car bombs.

It is alarming and invokes instant action if your wife goes missing, unable to contact her, but far worse for a woman to lose her pride in a drunken stupor. The characters Chris and Peachy were introduced in A Portrait of Valor, cheated death in The Tar Pit mystery, and matured in Charity. Now in their sixties and struggling to make ends meet, no longer wealthy, Finding Flopsie is two stories -- his and hers -- presented sequentially to show how they loved and fought to survive, separately, unraveling an unsolved murder and its terrible aftermath, life on life's terms in the race to find Flopsie, a retired trapeze flyer on a spiritual quest.

New and improved! Thrills and spills for the whole family! Direct from Hollywood, New York, London and a tin barn in the Ozarks. Hurry! Save 50% at Lulu for a limited time. Must be 18 to play. No animals were harmed in the production of this memoir. Sold by weight not volume. U.S. Treasury has determined that POD toner may be hazardous to an author's health. Do not touch ending. Contains obscenity and grit. Wash hands after use. Libertarian icon Wolf DeVoon trips through heaven and hell on his way to obscurity, in a tell-all memoir that marks the end of his writing career by popular demand. 1997 Dodge Intrepid on the cover is for sale, one remaining asset that might fetch $800 or so. 24-valve 3.5L high performance engine. Clean title. Rebuilt moral integrity for the road, with pit stops in Elko, Pt. Reyes, Redding, Santa Cruz and Southern California. Couldn't get arrested in Branson or Provo. All engines full stop.

Thom Black was murdered and Nick Narcourt is the prime suspect. Second action-packed adventure starring Chris Cable and his wife Mary ("Peachy") grappling to unwind the sick serial killer curse on the set of Evil IV that wipes out everyone responsible for creating the movie: producer, writer, director, key grip, music composer, and a reckless movie mogul who reshaped Hollywood with his blockbuster horror franchise. A taut mystery for showbiz vets and wannabes, smeared with gruesome crime scenes that baffle LAPD's tough new homicide honcho Lt. Lyle Mefford and dunderhead Special Agent Baker. Not for the faint of heart, politically incorrect, and red hot sexy in Wolf DeVoon's inimitable signature style of storytelling, showing us what's like to be rich and crazy in Hollywood and very much in love after six years of marriage.

Once you start killing, it never seems to stop. He's a private eye, a former LA homicide cop. She's a Palo Alto CPA, investigating aerospace fraud. When they meet, it's a sizzling train wreck that bonds them as lovers and allies forever. I hesitate to guess how many people Chris Cable killed as a Marine Corps combat vet and Special Forces officer. I pick up the story when Chris is working as an L.A. private eye. The novel begins in a jail cell because Chris killed someone again, not the first man he shot as a tough 21st century Hollywood gunslinger. He has an intimate, clipped manner of speech and thought, telegraphs his sexual competence and resolute ferocity. I leave it to your imagination what sort of chick falls for Chris Cable and the price that Peachy pays for ecstasy wrapped with danger and daring, a modern adult romance. There's a marvelous passage of perfection in adulthood -- age 38 -- experienced, confident, ruthless, valiant.