I love pulp novels. Love them to death. An ugly, messy death, with purple pasties covering its grim reapers. Exploitative. Visceral. Unapologetic. Pulp fiction never says sorry, never backs down. It’s an alpha dog in a beta world. In literature and in that black muscle I call a heart, pulp fiction rules.

But the old dime pulp novels and penny dreadfuls have almost completely disappeared, slashed and burned like the Brazilian rainforest, their bastard offspring now residing in various genres—mystery, horror, urban fantasy. So I was thrilled to discover a new imprint, Pulp Press, dedicated to publishing real pulp fiction. Literature for us old-school degenerates jonesing for our pulp fix. Their first release, Killer Tease by Danny Hogan, succeeds admirably in capturing the tone and feel of those long gone pulp classics.

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Killer Tease by Danny Hogan (Pulp Press)