The New York Times–bestselling author of Road to Perdition breathes new life into Mickey Spillane’s iconic character, Mike Hammer—the hard-boiled PI who paved the way for James Bond and 24’s Jack Bauer. A martial arts killer terrorizes Wall Street—and only tough-guy, rough-around-the-edges Mike Hammer can bring him to justice. After Mike Hammer witnesses Wall Street superstar Vincent Colby getting clipped by a speeding red Ferrari, the shaken victim’s stockbroker father hires Hammer to find the driver. But the toughest private eye of them all soon is caught up in a series of bizarre, seemingly unconnected slayings marked by a forbidden martial arts technique. What do a lovely redhead, a short-tempered bartender, an exotic call girl, a murdered police inspector and a movie stuntman have to do with a scheme that might have transformed young Colby into a psychological time bomb?

You think Mike Hammer is tough? Just wait until you see the punishment he delivers when he sets out to find the killer of a guy trying to go straight. A guy who parked his kid in Mike Hammer’s arms—and left him there an orphan. Luscious, eager dames, dynamite-packed action that starts in cheap bars and goes right to the D.A.’s office, and a guided tour of the seamiest—as well as the swankiest—spots in New York, make this one of Mike Hammer’s most thrilling adventures to date.

Mike Hammer is on the mend after taking two slugs in a shootout. He’s called back into the city to sit by the deathbed of an old war buddy, laid low by a mysterious gunman. With his last breath, Hammer’s friend whispers to him the secret that killed him—a secret that leads right to $89 billion of stolen Mafia money. Still recovering from his brush with death, Hammer is faced with a choice—to keep clean, or to risk his life, and the life of the woman he loves, in pursuit of the biggest payday he’s ever seen.

The second novel in Mickey Spillane's classic detective series starring hard-boiled private eye Mike Hammer. When a red-headed prostitue is killed in a hit-and-run "accident" Mike Hammer hunts down her killers and uncovers a powerful New York prostitution ring.

THE LOST FIRST MIKE HAMMER THRILLER! The lost book that begins the iconic Mike Hammer series by Mickey Spillane, finally completed by Max Allan Collins, author of Road to Perdition. Mike Hammer steals a ride on a train upstate to Killington. But he is welcomed by a nasty surprise: he is accused by police of raping and murdering a young woman near the freight yards. Roughed up by the cops and facing a murder charge, Hammer's future looks bleak. Only a beautiful blonde, Melba Charles--daughter of powerful Senator Charles--might possibly save him... if he pays the price. But why would Melba help save a man she has never met? And, more to the point, where is the real murderer? From a brittle, brown manuscript, the first Mike Hammer novel--begun by Mickey Spillane in the mid-forties and completed seventy years later by Max Allan Collins--is a gift to mystery fans on the occasion of the noir master's 100th birthday.

Mike Hammer wakes up in a hotel room and the buddy he went on a blackout bender with last night has a fresh hole in his chest. The finger of suspicion is pointed his way. When it’s ruled a suicide, he’s cut loose, but his P.I. license is revoked. But Hammer smells murder, and nothing’s going to keep him off the trail. As he untangles the web of corruption from the outside, the bodies start piling up. Hammer will need to keep his wits about him, and his .45 ready, on the hunt for justice—and vengeance.

Those stories you hear? The ones about things that only come out at night? Things that feed on blood, feed on us? Got news for you: they’re true. Only it’s not like the movies or old man Stoker’s storybook. It’s worse. Especially if you happen to be one of them. Just ask Joe Pitt. There’s a shambler on the loose. Some fool who got himself infected with a flesh-eating bacteria is lurching around, trying to munch on folks’ brains. Joe hates shamblers, but he’s still the one who has to deal with them. That’s just the kind of life he has. Except afterlife might be better word. From the Battery to the Bronx, and from river to river, Manhattan is crawling with Vampyres. Joe is one of them, and he’s not happy about it. Yeah, he gets to be stronger and faster than you, and he’s tough as nails and hard to kill. But spending his nights trying to score a pint of blood to feed the Vyrus that’s eating at him isn’t his idea of a good time. And Joe doesn’t make it any easier on himself. Going his own way, refusing to ally with the Clans that run the undead underside of Manhattan–it ain’t easy. It’s worse once he gets mixed up with the Coalition–the city’s most powerful Clan–and finds himself searching for a poor little rich girl who’s gone missing in Alphabet City. Now the Coalition and the girl’s high-society parents are breathing down his neck, anarchist Vampyres are pushing him around, and a crazy Vampyre cult is stalking him. No time to complain, though. Got to find that girl and kill that shambler before the whip comes down . . . and before the sun comes up.