Pagan Summer

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“It was her job to see that the young widow forgot about the tragedy of her honeymoon…and she intended to earn every penny of the salary being paid her!”

From the back:

For Muriel, it was the chance of a lifetime, being hired as a resident nurse and personal companion to the young socialite who had been widowed on her wedding night. Erin Lenox had the face of an angel and the body of a goddess and the shock of her tragedy had left her seething with unfulfilled needs and pathetically vulnerable and susceptible to any form of affection.
Muriel knew it was only a matter of time before she’d be able to show the girl a different kind of love… a different source of forbidden passion. And, once initiated, Muriel was confident that their roles would be reversed… she’d be the mistress and Erin Lenox, the slave.
She’d own that lovely face, that glorious body… and most of all, all that wonderful money!

A cropped version of the painting was also reproduced in the adventure pulp Men’s, January 1968, for the story “Encounter on the Beach” by Frances Lengel. The lesbian theme is gone and it was used instead to illustrate a story about man and woman meeting on the beach:

“My fingers caressed her skin with sun-tan oil, and I could feel the tension leaver her….. soon her whole body was responding to my touch.”

They even made the standing leg more masculine for the magazine reuse

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Edit: Added alternate cover from a reprint

Her body was ripe for love — Any kind that came along

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Beach House Tramp

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“You must be in a pretty big hurry,” McCord called to the girl. “You’ve forgotten to dress…”

A tantalizing, honey-lush blonde hellion, she fled from her motel shower into the arms of Wes McCord, bringing promises of passion and of a fortune in stolen loot. Then, with one flick of her petal-soft hips, she dragged him through a nightmare maze of speedboats, fists and kill-crazy hoods in a corpse-studded manhunt and treasure search that seared Florida’s Gulf Coast far worse than any tropic sun…

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Surf Pack Assassins

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They Lived for Sin, Sun, and Sudden Death

They were a wild groups of young Americans on a surfing and sex binge that had taken them halfway across the world — and lurking among them was a Red killmaster out to trigger a three-continent orgy of subversion and murder. Then a Yank undercover man infiltrated their treacherous ranks, moving up a girl by girl, thrill by thrill ladder in search of his deadly quarry, aware that a single false move would throw him into the path of a tidal wave of violent revenge…

And just in case that doesn’t sound awesome enough for you, that guy has a .30 caliber medium machine gun mounted on his surfboard. Top that!

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