From the back:
A HAREM IN SUBURBIA
Hal Wister had a pretty good thing going with his neighbor’s wife. . . . Then his wife’s twin sister showed up and things really got interesting. . . . But the clincher was when an attractive young widow and her 19-year-old daughter moved in next door . . . and Hal found himself with a harem of FIVE sexy females to keep happy.
From the back:
Slender, but fully-curved, and with a voluptuousness that the masculine severity of her shirt and skirt could not conceal, Donna Ray was an efficient House Mother of an all-girl studio hotel.
Donna was familiar with the schedules, hopes, fears and aspirations of all the hotel’s tenants — she hungered for the budding, young girls and used her knowledge to feed her own strange appetites . . .
From the back:
Deke Fagin, known to all members of the Syndicate and the police as the ‘Investigator’ was assigned the task of finding the murderer, or murderers, of one of Annie’s girls and a trick who turned out to be the only son and heir of wealthy, influential Wilma Van Dyke. The assignment should have been an easy one, but Deke ran into a series of com-plications . . . like dope, missing persons, more murder and a new mob doing their best to muscle in on the Syndicates operation.
In fitting together the pieces of the jig-saw of violence and death Deke is constantly in grave danger himself and ends up on a cold, lonely beach, begging some cop to give him aid.
Jimmy found the wives more than willing to be interviewed about their swap club experiences — nor did their willingness end with just talking….
From the back:
It did not seem to make any difference how far or how hard Margo ran. . . Her problem could, and did, follow her no matter how many towns or how many men she tried to put between herself and her guilt. She found Havana was no different. As she tried on one of the exotic Carmen’s costumes she felt the other dancer’s hungry glance on her near-nude body. She recognized the need in the other woman’s eyes and all to well knew what her response would be. . . As the other woman slowly crossed the room toward Margo she could feel the blood pounding in her ears, the surge of passion flowing over her entire body and a small moan of despair and desire trembled on her lips . . .
