The gray flannel suit comes apart at the seams in this boldly sophisticated (and deliciously explicit) novel of sex-on-the-rocks in Suburbia
“Women readers will be fascinated and infuriated”
Tag: Adult Reading
Love Me Now
She Who Strays…
The shameless story of Marcia Webster whose desperate loneliness led her beyond the bounds of permissible love…
Could She Confine Her Love-Making To Men Only?
From the back:
Marcia’s Super-Active Love Life Included A Cast Of Lovers Miles Long — Male And Female!
Nature endowed Marcia Webster so enticingly that no man (or woman) could resist her. So when her millionaire playboy lover Jerry Smith suddenly scooted to Rio in the wake of a financial scandal, Marcia found herself besieged by Jerry’s panting pals…
First there was Hack Johnson, Jerry’s chief business associate. Marcia had to be especially good to Hack because he held the corporate cards that would keep Jerry out of jail. Then there was Laverne, soft, slim, high-fashion model who never knew a man and never wanted to as long as women like Marcia were around.
Two real he-men, Ed Wardle and Art Brown, did their best to pry Marcia from Laverne. And when Laverne consoled herself with Ed’s wife Daisy, Marcia’s sudden jealousy forced her to make the most tormenting decision of her life.
Can A Woman Who Strays From The Paths Of Normal Love Ever Return? Can A Man Once Again Take Such A Woman Into His Arms? Here Is A Novel That Asks, And Answers, These Engrossing Questions.
Ernest “Darcy” Chiriacka did the front cover, but the two women on the back are the work of Charles Copeland, from the cover of The Narrow Line
The Doctor’s Wife (1963)
The Hot Blood Of Youth
Must mature women shun the arms of young men?
Must older men avoid the embraces of young girls?
These questions asked, and answered, in this tempestuous new novel by the best-selling author of Left of Sex!
Henry’s Wife
She Cheated Once Too Often
A searing story of a woman with no morals in a small town full of bored husbands!
From the back:
Husband Stealer!
Some women are born to lust after other women’s men. Jean Thornton was one of them. And operating in a small, New England town such as Wal ton full of tradition and bored husbands, Jean had a field day. She wasn’t satisfied with wrecking homes. She nearly wrecked the whole town. Walton was a dot on the map when she moved there. It was a smear when she left.
Big Charlie’s Girls
Long Way Home
Stu was filled with utter chagrin at finding his girl friend at a nude party…
Hot Summer
The Other Woman / The Quiet Type
Lollipops & Lovers
The searing story of a high-school teenager who deliberately provoked the attentions of mature men
Escape Into Vice
Motel Sex Club
Deprave Youth Looking For Kicks In A Secret Club Of Sin And Shame!
Opening lines:
Harry Micheals had a motel.
He also had a daughter named Linda.
Linda Micheals was seventeen — a dangerous age. Any age, after twelve, is a dangerous age for a young healthy girl. Linda Micheals was a young healthy girl. There is little more to be said for that, except to describe her physically.
The Devil’s Lash
He felt as if he’d stumbled into hell… and now he was facing one of its furies!
From the back:
They were rocking on the floor, her body driving against his like pistons. He cried out as the manacled hands behind his back were driven against the floor by the fury of her movements, and he begged her to stop because of the tearing pain; but in the next breath he pleaded for her not to stop because the fingers of passion were clawing at him, opening new vistas of pleasure he had never before experienced.
It seemed as though the whole world had suddenly entered into a conspiracy against him… it just didn’t make sense! One minute he was Paul Mantell, solid citizen, husband and father—the next, he was Paul Mantell, suspected murderer, and patsy for the vice syndicate. It could have been a nightmare or a dream, he told himself, but the brutal whiplash proved it was real… and it looked like there would be no escaping it!
Her body went rigid from the waist up as her fingers reached behind her back in search of the final catch that would free her, and as her body straightened, her breasts pushed up and out, putting on dazzling display a shelf of rare design and beauty. In a moment the brassiere was floating forward. At last she was naked before him. Sculptured marble, Paul thought, and he couldn’t breathe. When she picked up the whip and came toward him, he stepped back involuntarily, the handcuffs chafing at his wrists. “Don’t be afraid,” she said softly, coming closer.
Warm Summer’s Shame
The vacation set had rules of good conduct, rules that were made to be broken!