She didn’t know the difference between lust and love
Her Flesh Was Gold… Worth Dough To Any Man!
The Man — Negro
The Girl — White
The Payoff: Lynch!
She Came From The Wrong Side Of Town
He knew the hungry passions of the damned…
She Used Her Sex To Survive
From the back:
A Lusty Novel By The Author Of Riverboat Girl
The peaceable, easy-livin’ houseboat folk up along the Slough had never seen a creature the likes of that backwater woman named Feline. Soon as she sashayed her saucy prettiness into Spike Rudd’s cabin, she stirred up a torrent of greed, lust and violent jealousies. And all Miss Feline did was to wiggle a bit and display a good deal of her virginal charms. Not meaning any harm, mind you! For Feline was just an eager little gal wanting to reach straight up for a “man on top of the pile,” a man of property. How Feline got her man, and how she got the clan in a riotous uproar, with man against man and woman against woman and all of them against kitten-cunning Feline, makes for a roaringly ribald tale of lusty, earthy American primitives that you won’t soon forget.
Blood-Kin Code vs. Blood Money
If She Wasn’t A Tramp, Why Did She Behave Like One?
Ann Mitchel Was Married To A Brute Who Preferred Beating Her To Loving Her
They Called Her A Trailer Tramp!
A Story Of The Carefree Women Who Live — And Love — In Trailer Camps
From the back:
A Girl In A Gilded Cage — On Wheels!
Trailer Tramp, they called Anne Mitchell. Yet she was no more than the innocent victim of explosive desire, the dupe of a diabolical brute who made of her life a hell on wheels — and Anne herself, a hellcat!
The Life and Loves of a Reckless Mountain Girl
From the back:
LOVE SLOW . . . FIGHT FAST . . . DRINK MORE . . . TALK LESS
Mountain women and mountain men live that way, and that’s the way they want to live. There’s no use trying to make them talk more, because they don’t see the use of it. And there’s no use trying to make them drink less, because mountain dew isn’t made for light drinking. By the same token, you can’t slow down a mountain man’s willingness to fight . . . or speed up a mountain woman’s surrender to love . . . But in either case, a hill man’s anger and a hill woman’s passion, once on the move, can no more be stopped than a landslide . . .
Amy was a mountain girl, and her loveliness stirred both passion and anger among the hill country people. But, like them, Amy was no girl to be told what to do, no wanton to give her love to the first lowlands slicker that came along. To win her, young Dr. Will had to battle as he had never battled before, against her people, against her own hellcat pride, and against the mountain men who were his rivals — but he knew from the moment he first kissed her that it would be worth it.
They Said She Was No Better Than She Should Be!
Men teased her, trapped her, tricked her… But she gave them better than she got!
Men Chased Her, Charmed Her, Cheated Her… But She Outfoxed Them All!
She Was No Better Than She Had To Be
I suspect that these are both the same book, but I am not sure.