FLESH AND BLOOD: EROTIC TALES OF CRIME AND PASSION: GUILTY AS SIN

A third helping of the stuff that makes the world go round, along with the stuff that brings it to an end, more often with a bang than a whimper. Newcomers to this goal-oriented series of criminal erotica (Flesh and Blood: Dark Desires, 2002, etc.) will be able to stock their fantasy chests with vengeful stewardesses (Rex Miller), a cop taken hostage by a voracious pair of femmes fatale (Thomas S. Roche), the high-stakes search for a missing pair of panties (Gary Phillips), oversexed spies (Michael Collins and Gayle Lynds), the meteoric rises of multitalented starlets (Gary R. Bush, Robert S. Levinson), and of course vice in old New Orleans (O’Neil De Noux, James L. Traylor) and even older New York (Annette and Martin Meyers, in a gorgeously overblown Prohibition-era piece). Equal opportunity is the order of the day, especially in such notable delicacies as sex with dire consequences is made available to fatalistic Big Apple women (John Lutz’s doomy romance), neighborly suburban types (Jack Kelly’s postlude to Dick and Jane), plus-size dominatrixes (Gary Lovisi’s truly creepy idyll), and enterprising senior citizens for whom nursing homes offer just one more obstacle to surmount (Barbara Collins’s geriatric noir).

For the rest, Dick Lochte serves up an atmospheric triple-cross; Loren D. Estleman spins enough plot twists to make you forget, very briefly, about the low-orgasm count; and eight other tales bring the coupling back up to its normal speed for the series: about Mach 3.