A Compelling And Adult Novel About Husbands, Wives, And Lovers
This book has its own theme.
Rending apart the phony values of ‘big operators’, unmasking sexual greed and marital infidelity, this biting novel highlights the moral crisis facing America
A Married Woman… A Secret Lover… A Remote Bayou Rendezvous.
The Frankly Told Story Of An Erotic Passion That Explodes Into Lust And Violence!
Her Voluptuous Curves Set Off A Bombshell Of Throbbing Desire!
Apparently porn wasn’t subtle even in 1959
From the back:
WHO WAS THIS STRANGE VOLUPTUOUS CREATURE WHO PERFORMED EROTIC RITES IN THE HOT BAYOU SANDS?
Lecia McCauslan sought a tainted love that branded her an outcast… Although her husband desired her with ardor, he also lusted for Dora Jones, the wanton swamp girl—and then, when he chased after seductive Charline, he received a horsewhipping that sent him running home to Lecia… but Lecia wasn’t there. She had answered the irresistible call of the bayou where she knew the dark stranger furtively watched her pagan sacrifice to passion…
What strange, forbidden ecstasies held her captive on the lonely white sands? Who was her real lover?
JOHN BURTON THOMPSON DOES IT AGAIN! HIS BITING PEN HOLDS NOTHING BACK AS HE UNCOVERS THE RAW, SEETHING EMO-TIONS OF THE SOUTH HE KNOWS SO INTIMATELY.
The Next Victim — The Blonde On The Beach?
… and so it came to pass that the young and ardent Reverend Thomas Lewis transgressed the gravest of his missionary vows, and took unto himself a pagan woman of Tahiti
The tides of passion and lust have treacherous undercurrents… they spelled his doom.
From the back:
Even the promise of financial ruin, social ostracism, murder and prison could not deter his craving passion to possess her. His lust pushed all thoughts of normalcy out of his mind and he realized the neither time nor distance would change his fate… HE WAS DOOMED
A searing story of the crude passions that burst loose on a beach town during a raging hurricane
From the back:
Her name was Jane, but she was no lady—she was a cataclysm of rising tides, cruel blasting winds, and interminable driving rains. And she rocked Coquina Beach in a nightmare of limitless destruction. While she raged, you waited. You watched as she tormented her victims with a wild game of havoc . You saw her strip sane people of their senses, turn a civilized woman into a wanton. You stood by, helpless, as she turned your home into a desolate monument to a hurricane’s relentless fury…