She found herself mixed up with a mixed-up crowd of fabulously rich passengers
So Young, So Wicked (1960)
Meet Leda, the dainty town beauty, 15 years old and getting her kicks out of grown men and hot-blooded murder
Great Stories From The Saturday Evening Post
The Nazi Lust Ordeal Of The Virgin Belly Dancer
Pardon My Poison Platters
Circus-Train Disaster
A Blonde For The Black-Maned Ripper
Millions For Love
A Beautiful Heiress On A Love-Cruise To Shanghai
The Wow Factor
Everybody loves everybody every which way in this savagely funny, orgiastic novel of swamis, swindlers, swingers, and the great Group Encounter Therapy
Hell’s Harlot
She Was All Woman — All Tramp
From the back:
Lust Girl…
was the only name for Gail Reese. At the age of four, almost before she knew the difference between man and woman, she saw her own Aunt in the arms of a strange man, cavorting in sinful pleasure before her young and innocent eyes. And it made its mark on her. Enough of a mark so that at the age of sixteen, a beautiful virgin on the threshold of love, she knew the full horror of being violated brutally by a swine of a man who used her terribly, leaving her spent and bruised, and hating men so much she swore vengeance on all men – to goad them and torment them and drive them to insane heights of desire in search of her arms and lips. She was cold and ruthless, a tease, a woman without morals or ideals. All she knew was that she had what men wanted, and she would give it to them for a high and lustful price. She was a child of the damned
…Hell’s Harlot!
The Bra Peddlers
Hucksters, Easy Girls, And Heavy Money — The Formula For An Industry Of Lust
From the back:
Passion Dynamite…
wrapped up in a new, fashion-shattering bra called the Up-Cup. It was new and it was different and it would make a hundred million dollars for Ted Griffin’s ad firm if he played his cards right. But playing the Mad Ave game meant knifing his friends in the back, stealing their wives, playing the hot game of lust that the men who ruled the ad roost dictated. Playing the game also meant selling his own wife info the hot and shameful world of suburban sin. It also meant the shocking torment of an innocent girl’s tortured soul… the torment of passion as a prelude to death. It meant — many things, all of them evil, all of them part of his pay-check in —
… The Lust Trade!
The Butcher #23: Appointment In Iran
The Butcher #20 Hollywood Assassin
The Butcher #17: The Corporate Caper
The Ideal
Through the metal throat of its victim crash steel teeth; the blood of its prey — the gasoline, that is — is drained into its stomach, its gas tank
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