It was the night of the big Hollywood orgy. Aleta and Derek slipping separately away. Hollywood had remodeled Aleta, turned her into a creature of lust, a wanton plaything. And then Derek understood what was happening, and he raced to the carnal house to claim his wife and settle a few scores. The orgy was in full swing, but then no one knew there was a dead girl upstairs, out of the way of the sin set!
The solemn occasion of his father’s funeral doesn’t seem quite right to Rory Foran. There is something evil, which first manifests itself in the form of a beautiful blonde who turns up in his bedroom . . . and who has been brutally tortured in the bargain. First, Rory had to find the answer to the big riddle: how does the once lumber-rich family continue to exist as if the big money were still rolling in? There must be something bringing in evil money, and he must find out what that abomination is. And what of his mother? Is she wrapped up in the maze of shame, this degraded means through which he must search out the truth?
CONNIE . . . the sleek and sensuous redhead, cynical and shockproof, a specialist in catering to the coarse demands of jaded men as well as the secret needs of lonely young women. JOANNE . . . the angel-faced blonde, fragile and appealing, nurturing a neurotic jealousy that demanded vicious and savage revenge. SUSAN . . . a small-town brunette with big-city dreams, breathlessly eager and painfully naive, too young and innocent to cope with the evil forces that lurked behind the glittering tinsel of the neon jungle.
Eileen was a delicious morsel. Inevitably she aroused the appetites not only of men, but of women — twisted, perverse women. The only thing strange was that she allowed such women to take forbidden liberties . . . ! But tender, little Eileen found that men cruelly handled her. Her own husband drove her away by his abuse, taught her that solely from such ardent creatures as Suzanne could she expect the compliant softness, the velvety delicacy, which spelled satisfaction in love.
Here it is! The infamous book that proves the female of the species is deadlier than the male! Young Charlene knew something was different about her, but never expected the depraved acts she’d commit in her adult life. She lived in a divine body which lured men only close enough to be repelled by the black coldness of her eyes. With women…it was different. The cold stare—the icy calm of the little beauty drew them like a lodestone and they melted under the Duval technique of keeping passion under tight control—until lust fulfilled its promise, but all in its proper time. Each of Charlene’s conquests knew the attainment of the peak had been worth the climb.
One spot of warmth through her armor—tiny, helpless little Cynthia, who became completely ‘turned on’ when she was thoroughly frightened—let love in to ravish Charlene, only to make life more difficult for this hot and hungry hellcat!