The Man from C.A.M.P.
Victor J. Banis
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Resourceful as James Bond, flamboyant as Austin Powers, and gay as a Christmas goose, there's never been a secret agent quite like Jackie Holmes, the Man from C.A.M.P. These fast-paced stories, written and set in the swinging sixties introduce a new generation of readers to the fabulous adventures of gay superspy Jackie Holmes, the Man from C.A.M.P. Armed with a cache of secret weapons, a body that just won't quit, and a white poodle called Sophie who's trained to kill with her razor-sharp teeth, the blond bombshell with a license to thrill known as Jackie Holmes will blow you away! This collection includes The Man from C.A.M.P., Holiday Gay, and The Son Goes Down plus an interview with the author by Fabio Cleto.
there are things that I must do here and I'll need your help. We have to help the other boys to escape also. What's more, I have to take the head of this operation as a prisoner. Not all of the boys are here in Lisbon and I'll need him to tell me where the others can be found." "I'll help you,” Ramon said eagerly. He stood and as he did so, Jackie was reminded that the young man was still quite nude. It was a splendid costume, of course, but hardly the costume for running about the streets of
obscene. I had already had my own difficulties on that issue. But anyway, by 1965, after the Aday and Maxey disaster, no one would take the risk of publishing homosexually oriented fiction until Greenleaf Classics gave the green light to my The Why Not. So you could say that novel really opened the doors. And I want to emphasize that my editor at Greenleaf Earl Kemp, showed considerable courage in making that decision. I have said often, and it can't be said too often, that Earl Kemp was the
“But he gave his gun to the other guard. How do we get out of here?" "The first thing we have to do is get our hands untied,” Jackie reminded him. “Help me find something to cut these ropes." "Maybe he's got something on him,” Summers suggested. They examined Juan's body and his clothes. “Matches,” Jackie said, fishing them out of a pocket. “You'll have to burn the ropes off my hands." "I'll burn you too,” Summers argued. "Better that than being blown to pieces,” Jackie insisted. “Come on,
such a good-looking specimen. But now he felt real fear for Jackie's safety. By this time both of his chicks were out of radio range and he'd better do something about it. Rich had a good, working knowledge of the desert area to the east, and he knew he would be needed out there, somewhere soon. He had been fairly certain the mission would have been a success had the wrap-up been possible in Los Angeles, possibly with their communication intact at all times or at least up to the last moment,
Santa." With that he presented Jackie with a package wrapped in a metallic lavender paper and trimmed with Freecock feathers. Jackie's pulse quickened. He was on the trail at last. His eyes beamed with excitement as he tripped away from Santa to rejoin his “Daddy." "Bingo,” he said as they walked away from that department. He explained tersely about the contact. “I'm going to see this Doc for instructions. You go on to the car and notify C.A.M.P. of our success. Wait for me there." "What if