Paperback

Devil’s Caress

Crime and passion detonate a searing blast of violence!

via

Lady Chatterley’s Daughter

“The librarian said it’s all about a little girl just Susie’s age.”

This is why you should never trust librarians. They are devious and worldly.

via

Syndicate Girl

She was as tough as the hoods she worked with — until she met a man who made her feel like a woman

via

Unfaithful Wives

They Played — And Then — Paid!

A Sultry Novel Of Unbridled Lust

From the back:

One Slut Deserves Another

While her husband was away, Rita Sharpe would play. Sometimes with her stupid, but strong gardener. More often with slick Norman Williams. Yet she was no worse than bosomy Sandra Thomas! Sandra slyly cheated with practically every man who came along … not excepting Rita’s own rugged spouse….

His name was Fred, and he was perfectly willing to make the most of a wife — anybody’s wife. He could not foresee that thanks to smooth Norman, the cozy situation would explode into a frenzy of hate and wild brutality. In the end Fred was forced to deny both Rita and Sandra — and gamble his life on the sinful need of still another unfaithful woman!

via

Stolen Woman (1961)

25660326-Beacon_Books_B453F_-_Sam_Webster_-_Stolen_Woman

What Happens To A Woman When She Is Abducted By Lust-Crazed Men Who Mean To Subject Her To Every Indecency Their Warped And Twisted Minds Can Devise?

I have a feeling we are about to find out. From the back:

WIFE GONE WILD!
COPPERY hair — lush and comely body — gay, provocative mannerisms . . . these were Anne’s attractions. Yet she could not deliver the high-potential passion promised by her creamy curves. Charlie Donaldson, her husband, in desperation turned to the warm embraces of a cute waitress. Her name was Francy, and she could do more for him in a minute than Anne could do in a night . . .
Meanwhile, a pair of mill-hands — inflamed by liquor and a black-haired cocotte called Marjorie —launched a plot of their own. One sin led to another, until they cornered beautiful Anne and dragged her off to a shack in the hills.
There they had their sport with Anne. They subjected her to every brutality, every indignity, drunken beasts could inflict on a woman. At last Charlie arrived to rescue his wife, was forced to witness the proceedings. He saw that she was worse than Francy, worse even than the degenerate Marjorie. For Anne’s eyes were alight with fiery lust. She welcomed these cruel, humiliating embraces. She was learning the meaning of passion, and liking it . . . !

via