Tag: Harold W. McCauley

Passion Trap

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Untamed lusts led them on a sex ride to hell!

From the back:

Susan: Frigid

Nancy: Too Hot

These were the women in Professor Jay Blackett’s life. The woman he loved, Susan, who was marble in flesh, a girl whose beauty demanded she be loved but whose fear of sex clutched her and drove her to strange attitudes. And there was Nancy, the hot little waitress whose soft white flesh called to Jay Blackett and threatened to drown him in a pool of his own lusts. These were the two who threatened to drive Jay Blackett mad with desire and frustration. Until the day Nancy called him, terror ringing in her voice, pleading with him to hurry over before she was murdered. Then Jay Blackett’s life became… A Sex-Ride To Hell!

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Motel Sex Club

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Deprave Youth Looking For Kicks In A Secret Club Of Sin And Shame!

Opening lines:

Harry Micheals had a motel. 
He also had a daughter named Linda. 
Linda Micheals was seventeen — a dangerous age. Any age, after twelve, is a dangerous age for a young healthy girl. Linda Micheals was a young healthy girl. There is little more to be said for that, except to describe her physically.

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$20 Lust

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The Girl Of His Dreams Was A Gold Plated Nightmare!

From the back:

A Good-Looking Girl…
that was Cindy. Miss Cinderella Sims, the girl across the street. A girl with a shape that would have driven the Devil crazy, curled his tail and wilted his horns. That was Cindy Sims, who had more than a feel for love. Cindy was good. Too good. She was good in the head and good in the hay, and when she got her hooks into a guy like Ted Lindsay, he had about as much chance as a tuxedo in a nature camp. So Ted Lindsay took Cindy in his arms and to his heart, and suddenly he was being chased by a gang of killers who wanted more from the girl than her unbelievable favors. They wanted what she carried in that black satchel, and for the first time in his life, Ted found out why the sharpies say —
… Hell Is A Woman!

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Expense Account Sinners

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Credit Cards Bought Wine, Women — And Infidelity!

From the back:

Order A Girl…
and charge it. Put it down on the old expense account, Lloyd Buries. Charge a huge iced bowl of caviar and a bottle of the finest champagne, and a $43 a night hotel suite, and swing, baby, because you’re on the credit card system with Norden Electronics footing the bills, hiring the girls, keeping the money-spending clients happy. But what is it doing to you as a human being, Lloyd? What is the incessant infidelity to your wife Marian doing to your marriage and your kids? What depths of depravity are you discovering by sharing hundred-dollar-a-night call girls with your clients? How does it feel to be a philanderer, a paid stud, a glad-hand hippy about as valuable to the world as a boll weevil in a cotton patch? How does it feel to sin and say…
Charge It!

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