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.
Excerpt:
Rhoda looked at her daughter curiously, having stacked the last of the dinner dishes in the washer.
"Bit you?"
Turning the machine on, she peered over her daughter's shoulder and glanced at the big black Doberman now lounging lazily in the living room. It was hard to believe Caesar was capable of doing something like that.
"He bit me on the leg, Mother. Maybe he should stay outside or something for a while," Ewie said, flushing beet red. How many times he had come up to her during dinner and nosed her, whining, wanting to get at the hot treasure he remembered having licked earlier? It was the only thing Ewie could think of doing in a moment without having her guilty secret let out.
"Show me," her mother said, wrinkling her forehead and giving her a little smile.
Excerpt:
Rhoda looked at her daughter curiously, having stacked the last of the dinner dishes in the washer.
"Bit you?"
Turning the machine on, she peered over her daughter's shoulder and glanced at the big black Doberman now lounging lazily in the living room. It was hard to believe Caesar was capable of doing something like that.
"He bit me on the leg, Mother. Maybe he should stay outside or something for a while," Ewie said, flushing beet red. How many times he had come up to her during dinner and nosed her, whining, wanting to get at the hot treasure he remembered having licked earlier? It was the only thing Ewie could think of doing in a moment without having her guilty secret let out.
"Show me," her mother said, wrinkling her forehead and giving her a little smile.