$20 Lust

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Nightstand Books #1546, 1961

The Girl Of His Dreams Was A Gold Plated Nightmare!

From the back:

A Good-Looking Girl…
that was Cindy. Miss Cinderella Sims, the girl across the street. A girl with a shape that would have driven the Devil crazy, curled his tail and wilted his horns. That was Cindy Sims, who had more than a feel for love. Cindy was good. Too good. She was good in the head and good in the hay, and when she got her hooks into a guy like Ted Lindsay, he had about as much chance as a tuxedo in a nature camp. So Ted Lindsay took Cindy in his arms and to his heart, and suddenly he was being chased by a gang of killers who wanted more from the girl than her unbelievable favors. They wanted what she carried in that black satchel, and for the first time in his life, Ted found out why the sharpies say —
… Hell Is A Woman!

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Our Man From Sadisto

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Ember Library Book EL301, 1965
Ember Library Book #EL-301 1965

Meet 0008 — Peerless Lover, Fearless Killer!

From the back:

Meet secret agent 0008, the most talented and irresistible killer in the Free World. Follow him as he embarks on the most dangerous mission of his career — to ravish his way through hundreds of pretty girls at the lair of a madman. Thus might the world be saved by — Our Man From Sadisto

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Bar Broad

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Her husband owned a booze joint, but she was a lush for lust!

From the back:

She was greedy, spoiled, depraved…
his favorite kind of tramp.

“I always wanted to blackmail somebody so I could have him completely in my power,” Lois said, with an impish grin. I had to laugh at her deviltry. “You call that blackmail? It’s nothing more than a threat. And one I am delighted to yield to.”

“No, it’s blackmail. l know a scandal regarding you. I know that you and Rowena Thorpe were in a motel room together for hours. I could tell Caleb Thorpe and he would kill you. Perhaps he would kill Rowena, too. That puts you right in the palm of my hot little hand! Now, you’ll have to do as I say, and l find it a simply delicious sensation.”

I glanced at her and shook my head. “And I find you a mixed-up little sex kitten.”
She laughed and moved close to me on the seat, whispering such hot, sensuous threats that I had to concentrate hard to keep from running off the road.
In the motel room, she continued the farce of the blackmail situation. I decided I might as well go along with it.
Her fascinating demands began at once. She languished on the bed, smiled, and crooked her finger at me.

“Undress me, slave,” she ordered.

In a little while, we were way past the joking stage. It was wild. It was a slow building up to a pulsating crescendo of kisses that were sweet torture, of moaning, of twisting flesh…

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