That Motorcycle Boy

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One after another the restless suburban wives fell under his spell…

The penetrating story of a teen-ager who had a way with older women

From the back:

They protected him so they could use him…

There was something about Gordon. He was spoiled. He was wild. He was too smart for his own good. And he had sex appeal.
After his last motorcycle escapade with a girl, he required a hiding place. His mother’s young suburban friends rallied around. After all, the boy had to have a protector, didn’t he? And maybe a little tender, loving care.
Which was all Gordon needed to start operating…

Ginnie was a pretty little newlywed just out of her teens. It did not take long for her care to turn into passion.

Carmen was a warm-blooded Latin. The brat in Gordon appealed strongly to her own uninhibited lustiness.

Eustice was fighting the odds in her wild marital life. She recognized in Gordon a fellow loser… but knew that two losers could make it together.

Here is the stark novel of an amoral boy trapped in the sex web of young-adult suburbia.

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Hot Rod

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Speed… Danger… DEATH!
The thrill-packed story of a daring young driver.

From the back:

When Bud Crayne got behind the wheel of his souped-up jalopy he knew he could count on his rod doing a sweet, easy 120 miles an hour. And he knew he could count on his trigger-fast reactions to drive his way out of trouble. The kids idolized him, his friends envied him, and La Verne Shuler was his girl.

The Pusher

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An 87th Precinct murder mystery revealing the inside story of the dope traffic

From the back:

His Sister Was On Heroin!

She sold her body to pay for it. She gave him his first shot as a joke. In a short time, he was on it steady. Then he began selling the stuff, mostly to other teen-agers. When the cops found him, he was sitting on a cot with an empty syringe at his feet — and a rope, suspended from the ceiling, knotted around his neck. It looked like suicide by hanging. But it wasn’t. The cause of death proved to he an overdose of heroin. And the fingerprints on the syringe were not his.

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