Orrie Hitt – författare

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!

Three girls and a man - that was the set-up. And it suited Nicky fine because he was the man! Of course, it took a bit of juggling. Alice for instance, just wanted love all the time. But Marie was after a little business with her pleasure. As for Lola - lovely Lola - she was pure trouble . . .But worth it, Nicky figured. That sweet-smelling, long-legged body of hers. And that $25,000! He didn’t see why he couldn’t have Lola, her money - and the other girls besides. Not only were they crazy about him, but they were such pretty little creatures. Always ready for a romp, a party - or a rendezvous!

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!

At first it was just for fun - amateur stuff. It did no harm to anybody, except maybe one or two innocent young kids in a cellar club, kids like Marilyn Wentworth . . .But then Al Robbins began to put things on a professional basis. He forced Marilyn to recruit good-looking college debs. He sent his lieutenant, big Tony, after pretty little factory workers and gamins from the garment district. Soon he had everything a man needs to be kingpin of a vice racket. Everything, that is, except a go-ahead from the mob - and from his own tigress of a girlfriend.

The first published novel of Orrie Hitt!Nicky Weaver is an insurance man with a policy of loving women. Each Monday he goes out to collect money for the insurance he’s sold, he conducts business with a bevy of beautiful ladies. Young girls, widows, and the wife of a sketchy artist working the pornography circuit who just might be the ticket to ill-gotten money.

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.

Cynthia was just what Bill Masters wanted - at first. But her opulent charms proved a lot more accessible than her equally lush bank account, and after all she would be worth a hundred thousand dollars to him - dead. Besides, there was that pretty redhead, Sherry. And Donna, whom once he had loved and maybe he could love again . . .So Bill, who loved to hunt, set up his guns and his traps. Only this time the victim was human. Cynthia to be exact. Which would have worked out fine except that Sherry caught on. All those attractions of hers - the proud profile, the saucy hips, the slim, silky legs - they were prime bait. It was Bill who was snared now!

Sheba - that was her real name - looked innocent as a lamb and twice as cuddly. She happened to be a she-wolf in sheep’s clothing. A saleswoman, that is - who used her retching femininity to move merchandise.She had been taught her trade by an expert - the same virile sales executive who had shattered the lamblike innocence once hers, the innocence now worn like a disguise. Maybe it was exactly this virginal aspect of Sheba which encouraged Fred, the man she loved, to brutally ravish her. Why should the sales people have all the fun?The time came when Sheba tired of delivering the goods. But how could she expect help from the operators making her sell her soul for a commission? Or from Fred, who had forced himself upon her. Maybe it would be better, she figured, just to take what she could get - and like it!

What makes a good girl go bad?How are cute young girls induced to pose for off-color photographs? Why does a pretty miss allow herself to be used for illicit pictures? To give you the answers, this outspoken novel probes the shocking excess of attractive Cherry Gordon - who started as a good kid, but was taught to be bad . . .The temptations of night-club life, and coercion to make her perform at ''stag'' affairs - these things might not have ruined her. But then Cherry was pushed, poked, and prodded into the role of star performer in provocative photos. Thereafter her sins became progressively greater, and progressively worse.There might have been hope for Cherry, for one man, although active in the foul racket, truly loved her. By this time, however, she was blunted to ordinary morals, commonplace desires. One day he found Cherry in the arms of a redheaded woman...

Thrill Hunters

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?

One slut deserves another

While her husband was away, Rita Sharpe would play. Sometimes with her stupid but strong gardener. More often with slick Norman Williams. Yet she was no worse than bosomy Sandra Thomas! Sandra slyly cheated with practically every man who came along . . . not excepting Rita’s own rugged spouse . . .His name was Fred, and he was perfectly willing to make the most of a wife - anybody’s wife. He could not foresee that thanks to smooth Norman, the cozy situation would explode into a frenzy of hate and wild brutality. In the end Fred was forced to deny both Rita and Sandra - and gamble his life on the sinful need of still another unfaithful woman!

A tough and lusty novel that moves with the white-heat of a lighting bolt!Johnny Reagan quickly learned the slum’s depraved rules for survival.At six, he was a petty thief. At twelve, he was a procurer. At twenty-one, he was a respectable, loveable, 18-carat heel who never missed a trick—especially if she promised an evening’s cheap thrills.Then rich Mr. Connors befriended Johnny, and Johnny knew there was big money to be made—if he pulled the right strings, told the right lies, and played around with the right women.But Johnny played with Julie...Julie who had been brought up in the same slum that had spawned Johnny—and who knew all the cute gutter tricks Johnny thought were his exclusive property … plus a few female tricks all her own.