In the ’70s bloodiest men’s adventure novel, Johnny Rock wants to feed your junk to the rats
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The Sharpshooter 3: Blood Bath
Author: Bruno Rossi
Publisher: Leisure Books, New York
Discovered at: Half Price Books, Westport
The Cover Promises: When you eat here, you’re family.
“He could hear Luci Sordi’s terrifying screams as another spatter of tearing slugs stitched down Milano’s back, almost cutting his body in half down to his blood soaked buttocks.” (page 132)