Heaven was a girl named Paula — her kiss — a passport to hell
A missing girl — a trail of blood — Terror at the end
The explosive novel of a school town that tried to prohibit sex
A Novel That Probes Secret Motives: — Of Men To Possess — Of Women To Be Taken!
About to be elected to high office, he learned he had two wives. Both were beautiful… both were faithless… both surfeited him with voluptuous delights…
Ruin Threatened Handsome Todd Amhurst. Could He Love His Way Out Of This Sex-Sick Dilemma?
From the back:
Politics And Passion Make Poor Bed-Partners! A Sex-Filled Novel About Smoke-Filed Rooms!
Black-haired Julie Kane had needed men badly — ever since her swelling breasts and hips had first drawn whistles. She married while little more than a child, but when her virile young husband, Todd Amhurst, shipped off to the Pacific there were many hot-blooded males eager to fill in for him…
Julie disappeared before Todd’s return and under the astute guidance of her new-found lover, Matt Johnson, she saw the insides of more hotel rooms than a chambermaid. Years later, Julie learned from the newspapers that Todd was about to be nominated for Governor and that he had acquired a second wife.
Here was an opportunity for big-time extortion if she ever saw one! What followed in the passionate weeks after Julie and Todd renewed their early love-making can be explained only by the strange inconsistencies of women.
This left side of this cover art was used for Witch With Blue Eyes
Are Airline Hostesses Hard To Get? Cynthia Westland WASN’T!
When a jet-powered hostess and a hot pilot lock horns, no holds are barred and the sky’s the limit…
Here Is The Frankly Told Story Of The Girls Who Live Dangerously — And Love Recklessly!
Four restless husbands, four willing wives… and sixteen scandalous reasons why they rode a merry-go-round of wild switch and swap!
Fly Girl was also published with a more explicitly flight-oriented cover.
The Intimate Story Of A Forbidden Affair
From the back:
She had come in from the pool naked and Joyce found herself looking at the aesthetically proportioned body, then turning away, unaccountably embarrassed. “Wait up for me tonight,” Vikki had whispered-and she remembered the erratic pounding of her heart. “Take a cat nap if you get sleepy. Or read. There’s a wonderful book about our kind of love…”
They came to the little village, two experts in the art of murder