The view from the garden was beautiful — and tempting.
From the back:
She performed the lowest act she could think of, just to spite her errant husband. As a result a whole family was dragged to the very depths of depravity by a brutal man who used raw sex as a weapon of revenge. Included in his plans was Nono, the beautiful and tantalizing daughter whose poolside antics left nothing to the imagination.
Her Job was to Keep the Bosses Happy, and It Wasn’t by Taking Dictation!
“It was her job to see that the young widow forgot about the tragedy of her honeymoon…and she intended to earn every penny of the salary being paid her!”
From the back:
For Muriel, it was the chance of a lifetime, being hired as a resident nurse and personal companion to the young socialite who had been widowed on her wedding night. Erin Lenox had the face of an angel and the body of a goddess and the shock of her tragedy had left her seething with unfulfilled needs and pathetically vulnerable and susceptible to any form of affection.
Muriel knew it was only a matter of time before she’d be able to show the girl a different kind of love… a different source of forbidden passion. And, once initiated, Muriel was confident that their roles would be reversed… she’d be the mistress and Erin Lenox, the slave.
She’d own that lovely face, that glorious body… and most of all, all that wonderful money!
A cropped version of the painting was also reproduced in the adventure pulp Men’s, January 1968, for the story “Encounter on the Beach” by Frances Lengel. The lesbian theme is gone and it was used instead to illustrate a story about man and woman meeting on the beach:
“My fingers caressed her skin with sun-tan oil, and I could feel the tension leaver her….. soon her whole body was responding to my touch.”
They even made the standing leg more masculine for the magazine reuse
Edit: Added alternate cover from a reprint
Her body was ripe for love — Any kind that came along
The wild climax of the pleasure cruise was a reckless game of switch-partners!
Jim sipped the wild honey of infidelity in the arms of his neighbor’s wife
I knew what a girl had to do to join the gang. Who cares — eventually they’d have raped me anyway.
I am getting a lot more use out of the “Helpless Women” tag than I ever expected, and I expected to use it a lot.
A novel of blonds and violence by the creator of Shell Scott