title: Heavy Metal Pulp: Pleasure Model: Netherworld Book One
author:  Christopher Rowley 
description: There's little to like in the ugly and clich-driven world Rowley (<i>Arkham Woods</i>) creates to launch Tor's Heavy Metal Pulp line. In a future New York of implanted personalities and heavy weaponry, Det. Rook Venner, the archetypal good cop in a corrupt department, investigates a murder and finds the titular Plesur, a vat-grown, mentally impaired woman designed to be a sex toy, who apparently possesses important evidence. Only Rook can resist Plesur's engineered hotness, so he brings her home to protect her. Helped by a series of women who die to advance the plot, Rook and Plesur are soon dodging assassins and a vast government conspiracy. Even readers who can tolerate the hackneyed dialogue, overt misogyny, and predictable violence will be annoyed by the utterly unresolved ending. B&amp;w illustrations by Justin Norman mostly serve to pad the story and emphasize its cartoonish nature. <i>(Feb.)</i> <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  **SAN FRANCISCO
  
  
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  **Jack Badelaire**
  
  
  
  
  
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  Copyright ©
  
  
  May 2014 by Jack Badelaire
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Cover by Rebecca Frank
  
  
  
  
  
  http://rebeccafrank.design
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Published by Post Modern Pulp Books
  
  
  
  
  
  Published in the United States of
  
  
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  He was finally going back into the
  
  
  jungle.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Kingbee vibrated under his body, the feeling as intimate
  
  
  and familiar as a lover’s heartbeat. The scent of hot metal, aviation
  
  
  fuel, and machine oil was her perfume, the safety strap he was clipped into
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  her loving embrace. They had been together for two years, and he thought
  
  
  he would never be held by her again, but there he was, back inside her, the
  
  
  wind and rotor wash whipping through the open doorway and battering 