P. J. Dames

 

Lady Phyllis Jaqueline Dames

She could cook up a page turner all right. Her detective was a nihilist poet named Alan Dogleash. 

I wrote about him at Moon Books in Shuteye Town 1999. You can find the novel Bounden Duty here.

Why is she leering at me?

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