Orrie Hitt - 5 More Titles (Classic Pulp Fict) epub+Mobi

Why do pretty housewives like Amy Collins so often fall into that common trap - the afternoon hour at some bar? Do they drink because of loneliness, boredom with a society that offers too little to women? Or is it the other way around? Is it the alcohol itself that generates the urge for male companionship, excitement, thrills?A heavenly body in a deadly orbit of men and martinis, the golden Amy wasn’t old enough to vote. But she was old enough, smart enough, to know life need not be dull while Chip, her lusty husband, was away. All she had to do was drown her inhibitions in a bottle, then throw herself into the arms of the nearest man. If Chip learned of it, she could still hold him. He loved her, didn’t he? Besides she was by far the prettiest, sexiest thing in sight!



A girl had put brash Danny Fulton into business - and maybe a girl would put him out. Because the whole sweet sucker game depended on girls . . .Like that cop’s daughter, pretty Gloria, who dreamed up the big pitch after a couple of nights of love. Or Madeline, fond of giving Danny a nice present after every job - a very special present. And Sandy, not only ravishing, but rich. And, for casual 'deals,' such innocent you things as Sally Grafton . . .They made a strange assortment of bedfellows, but did have some things in common. Each was wildly beautiful. And each, for Danny Fulton, was just a - Pushover!



The Fords, the Saxons, and the Ramseys were neighbors - just good friends.

But young Beth Ford was lonely and neglected . . .

Pretty Grace Saxon was sick of a husband who wouldn’t give her what she needed . . .

Millicent Ramsey, buxom and blue-eyed, had been waiting - and wanting - for seven frustrating years . . .

Inevitably, each saw the other’s man as more attractive than her own.

So pretty soon the Fords, the Saxons and the Ramseys became more - a lot more - than just good friends. Then came the final shuffle that had them sharing practically everything.



One damn girl after another . . .

Girls of every size, shape, and style - these were Slade Harper’s stock in trade. Like Cleo, still a child, whose bed and body he had won in a crap game. And glamorous Ruth Talley, with whom he conspired by day and perspired by night. And Marie, of the crippled thighs - twisted Doris Barker, the pseudo-Lesbian - lovely Beth, the professional, whose money went into Slade’s pocket . . .

Girls - lovely girls - each victimized by Slade because of what a woman had once done to him. He treated them as flesh to be enjoyed, beaten, exploited . . . he used and abused them for a pack of fools. Yet freakish fate, and his own desires, at last gave them a chance to teach him that the real sucker was Slade Harper himself!



Wildwood Acres was a civilized wilderness up-state, playground of crippled, uppercrust Frank Jennings - a man of untamed lust . . . of strange, untrammeled passions . . . of urges to hurt and kill anything and anybody defenseless enough. For his pleasure he collected not only helpless animals, but also an assortment of beautiful women . . .

There was summer-hot Kitty, his simmering young wife. There was radiantly blonde Carole, as twisted as Jennings himself. There was jet-haired Joan Keider, who refused to starve for thrills while a guy like Eddie Boyd was in the last neighborhood.

Eddie dallied with Joan, and toyed with pretty Kitty. Then even Carole was driven into his arms by Jennings’ brutalities. Like the rest of them, Eddie was getting the message - ''You only live once - but you can love plenty of times!''

Trapped by luxury, warped by hate, could these brutalized lust-mongers attain a second chance?