Also, Mongrels of Wo Fan
Virginia would walk through fire to get her hands on the long, cool green.
From the back:
Tim met her one night in a flea-bitten Southern hotel. Virginia—the girl with the golden blonde tresses and violet eyes, the elegant manner and figure to match. He was wearing only a bath-towel at the time—and he didn’t leave the hotel for three days … He didn’t intend to let Virginia in on his fool-proof plan for a big heist, but he couldn’t get her out of his skin, couldn’t leave her behind. They had a lot in common—a need for money and each other.
Together, they worked out every detail of the armored car job, scouted it for months until it was letter-perfect. And it was… almost. Until Tim saw the greedy look in Virginia’s eyes as she touched the cool, crisp bills. Then he shivered a little because he knew that nothing could come between Virginia and a hundred grand—except the grave…
She Was Miss Sexpot Of Any Year — Born To Sing Her Song Of Shame!
No Man’s Price Was Too High, No Shame Too Low!
Jane Figured It As The Only Way To The Top. She Forgot It Also Led To The Bottom!
The Naked Truth About Those Fun-And-Games Among The Young Unmarrieds
Three On A Cruise, Husband, Wife And A Free Loving Friend
An unnatural lust for women causes violence and murder
A frank novel of broken vows and secret sins in a New York suburb that everybody knows
I don’t know what kind of foolish art director decided to crop out the peeping tom from this cover, but at least he used it on the back cover.
She brought her best friend’s husband to the motel to prove to him that his wife and her husband were having an affair. But while they waited for their respective spouses to check into the hot-pillow hideaway, she decided that they too could play at infidelity!
This is a frank and revealing novel of manners and morals in the suburbs. With candor and brutal honesty, it lays bare the wild joys and heartaches, the fear and insecurity that drive suburban couples into adultery and deceit.
Her Life Story Was Written As She Lived It — In Shame!
From the back:
SINFUL DIANA was her name, and she wasn’t goddess of the hunt. She was a publisher of forbidden books, books no self-respecting individual would touch, let alone read. But there were many customers for her wares, and with the demand for her sinful product came the demand for conscienceless writers to join her sin-infested stable. That was where Joe came in, Joe who had met Diana in a bar and that same night experienced the warmth of her lips and arms. Joe who wanted to be a writer, and as Diana worked it, even a writer of lust—for it meant both money and a life of passion if Joe took advantage of her offer. So he sold himself and his talent and slipped into the gutter beside her to produce an orgy of—
Lust In Print!