Dark Streets Of Paris (Original Title: Lucifer’s Dream)

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The Story Of Two Lovers Without Shame

From the back:

Women Who Pay

Marceau had known only the sordid streets of Paris, when he was picked up by the seductive Madame Alice. She introduced him to a world of luxury — of wealthy women willing to pay for their entertainment.

Alice’s power over Marceau was complete, until he met Dominique — and knew he must destroy the woman who had corrupted him, or lead an innocent girl into hopeless depravity.

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Strangers May Kiss

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On her answer hung her happiness… “Will you let me stay?” he asked

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Lady Chatterley’s Daughter

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Apparently unrelated (other than the reference to D.H. Lawrence’s novel) to this book of the same name.

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Calamity Jane of Deadwood Gulch

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Gold-Seekers And A Female Devil Of The Plains Bring Violence To The Indian Country

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Sappho

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What Price Chastity On The Left Bank Of Paris

She kept murmuring, “How Delicious It Is!”

She isn’t looking very sapphic to me.

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The Face of Evil

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Her kind of woman happens only once and a man will kill to keep her

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Some Die Hard

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She rocketed out of Jake Barrow’s past — marked for murder but loaded for love

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Portrait Of Lisa

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Sin was the fashion of her set, only — fashions go out of style

From the back:

I’ve Painted You, Lisa — The Lush, Wanton Beauty Of You. Not The Soul, Lisa — Only The Tempting Body, The Soul, Lisa — I Couldn’t. It Will Have To Wait Until We Meet In Hell

Portrait Of Lisa ruthlessly reveals the inverted morals of the station-wagon set — the jaded idlers of New York and Connecticut. Here is a golden — and tarnished — way of life, with all it’s elegance and sordid sensations

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The Iron Mistress

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The fabulous story of James Bowie… whose knife carved a bloody place in American history

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