One Hot Night

Beacon Book B339 1960 thumbnail
Beacon Book B339 1960 back thumbnail
Beacon Book B339 1960
Beacon Book B339 1960 back

Don Hammond’s Money Bought Him Many Things . . . Many Women. Could It Buy Him Unbridled Licentiousness? This He Meant To Find Out!
The Newspapers Call Them Society Girls — But There’s A Common Old-English Word That Describes Them Better . . .

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How Many Girls Can One Man Ruin?
A happy-go-lucky breed, these wealthy playboys of cafe society. They throng the plush resorts, commute between Miami and Las Vegas, fill the East Side clubs, live with silky girls in America’s gold-coast suburbs. But just because they fly so high, spend so much, should they be allowed the kind of behavior that would see less affluent men jailed as sex criminals?
Bobby Hammond was one of these thrill-hungry playboys — and he found  himself playgirls to match. There was entrancing Betty Brooks, gambling for her body aboard Bobby’s yacht. And Dot Hammond, the do-anything-for-kicks teener floating on alcohol, ether and ecstasy. And wild Ivy Dorset, able to put up with any man, any passion…
But ONE HOT NIGHT when the chips were down, Betty trusted her body to the sharks rather than the wolves. Dot came back to earth—and dirt. Ivy found one horror too much even for her jaded senses . . . !
A DARING NOVEL OF WHAT PASSES FOR LOVE AMONG THE TOO RICH, THE TOO DEBAUCHED, THE TOO PAMPERED!

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Have Wife Will Trade

Newsstand Library U523 1960

He offered her to the highest bidder — the price — another man’s wife

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They devised an ingenious scheme whereby they would switch beds at night, not dreaming that in seducing the other’s mate, they courted blackmail.
It all started while on vacation. They had rented adjoining cabins and had improvised a shocking schedule of nocturnal exchanges—their brides the product of barter. Strangely, the wives accepted the arrangement with surprising delight. Yet in this mockery of marriage lay a hidden danger—blackmail and sudden death.

He was clawing at the delicate lace now.
“Carl, what are you doing?” she asked in
anger.
His answer was a renewed attack at the restraining fabric. She was lying on her side. Now, as she turned over on her back, he pulled her into his embrace. His mouth, moist and demanding, silenced her protests. Then suddenly came her surrender and the response to his ardor. She gasped and moaned in excitement as his hands explored the intimacy of that which she now would give him willingly—even wantonly,
“Carl! darling Carl,” she whispered. “I’ve never known how sweet and wonderful it could be.”

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Parley In Passion

Anchor Book Wl114 1965

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It looked as if Joe Dickinson was going to make it in the filmland jungle . . . But there were barriers . . . Mainly, to bring tempestuous Carole Clement into line for the studio. Then . . . there was the problem of tearing lovely, sweet Ann . . . whom he loved, from the clutches of the lustful Mari . . . And he knew it would take a master of emotions to pull it off . . .

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