This is the last Baroness book in my collection, but I think there are five more. The first three were all published in 1974, which is quite a feat. I strongly suspect that “Paul Kenyon” was at least a couple of guys in this incarnation, as there’s only so much drek one man can write in the course of a single year.
Here’s the back cover copy from this gem:
“THE BARONESS GETS HER MAN
What’s Baroness Penelope St. John-Orsini, international playgirl and crack American superspy, doing marching across Mongolia with a hand-picked Soviet intelligence team? She’s tracking down Dr. Thing, the mad Chinese inventor of an incredibly powerful laser death ray. And whether she’s in bed with a handsome Russian agent or in the laboratory of a power-crazed genius, the Baroness gets her man!”
I love that the Chinese villain is named Dr. Thing. I wonder if books are as blatantly racist as the Malko: Spymaster books in my collection. It’d be difficult to top those, so I’m going to vote no, but I should know better than to underestimate the evil powers of Lyle Kenyon Engel.
Like Starbuck in tonight’s Battlestar Galactica, Lyle Kenyon Engel was send to us from God himself to lead us to our special destiny. I mean, the guy’s last name is “angel”.
It doesn’t get more obvious than that.