Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
First Lines:
Janice, her mother, wouldn't be coming home until ten-another "sorry dear, but I have to work late at the office. You know how Mr. Conklin is." Lisa leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the glass. It wasn't like that when her father was alive. But that was over a year ago. And now she was older, alone, and feeling oh so hot, so horny! Lisa shivered again. But it wasn't the cold in the room this time making her shake.
First Lines:
Janice, her mother, wouldn't be coming home until ten-another "sorry dear, but I have to work late at the office. You know how Mr. Conklin is." Lisa leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the glass. It wasn't like that when her father was alive. But that was over a year ago. And now she was older, alone, and feeling oh so hot, so horny! Lisa shivered again. But it wasn't the cold in the room this time making her shake.