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For years he had craved a different life. And one day he dared to start living it! Now there were no more games of “Frigid Woman” with the scheming temptress he had married. Now there were bouts of pleasure with eager sex kittens like Brenda, who cleaned his apartment and catered to his love whims — for a price. And bouts of passion with Annie, the black-haired tigress who plunged him into a world of raw sensuality.

Don Larkin was a Hollywood big-shot. A name writer earning thousands a week and all the women he could push over. But the only one he couldn’t push over was the one he most desperately wanted. Allison King could never be his. Nor any other man’s. Allison was frigid. Because of Allison, Dan hit the skids. He went down faster than he had ever gone up. So far down, he had to look up to see the gutter. Dan Larkin was through with writing. Through with women. Through, period. Then he met Marcia. Marcia gave him all the love Allison had denied him. And more. Much more. And she asked for nothing in return. Her passionate and uninhibited love enabled Dan to climb up again. Higher than before. This time he really had it made. The world in one fist. Marcia in the other. Or so he thought.

She learned about love first... in the back seat of a car. Her second lesson came soon after, on autumn leaves no less fallen than she — and none more scarlet. From then on she had a— BAD NAME... and the whole town whispered: A — for the autumn when Dan Duncan branded her with it... P — for Bill Pearsall, whose love might redeem it... R — for reckless, which is what she was with Jeffers... I — for incorrigible — according to the sexpack... L — for license and the lust in which she reveled... N — for all the times she no longer said, “No...” O — for all the zeros she drew for her best efforts... R — for the repentance she simply could not feel... T — for those tomorrows — bad as her yesterdays... H — for her haven in the arms of a man who loved the town’s whisper— APRIL NORTH... APRIL NORTH... APRIL NORTH... APRIL NORTH... APRIL NORTH

Four wanting wantons ...each waiting for a fifth to play bedroom bridge. Roz wanted her husband. Elly wanted anybody’s husband. Nan wanted an encore to seduction. Maggie wanted taboo caresses. Quietville, it might have been called. A place for kids to grow up on sunlit lawns and backyard swimming pools. Anybody’s Eden. But no place for a woman — any woman past the age of puberty, that is... Yet this suburban paradise was a whole community of such women. For each morning every eligible man left for the city — leaving loneliness, frustration and unfulfilled hungers in his wake. It was inevitable that the wives left behind would get themselves into trouble. Roz Barclay, for instance, held out for a while by a peculiar method... until the flames trapped within her erupted like a volcano. Elly Carr sweetened her daybed with the deliveryman. Nan Haskell arranged to be ravished. And Maggie Whitcomb waited patiently for neighboring housewives to give up on their men — and share the unnatural desires her own husband rejected!

The gal they called Honey... because that’s the way she was — sweet and soft and warm and lovely. She was the sweetheart of all men, but she wanted one man alone to love. And so Honour Mercy Bane, fresh out of Kentucky, mothered Richie Parsons, a spineless, senseless, soulless creature, AWOL from the Air Force. Strangely enough, though he had nothing, he gave her something — something to fondle, caress, and hold to her heart. You see, harlots are human, too...

Two great writers have combined their talents to produce a powerful novel which will hold you enthralled to the very last word.

She was a nice girl. So were all the girls Vince liked. But they didn’t stay nice very long.

Vince made his women love him and then hate him. Betty had to have him. She offered him everything. And Vince took her lush young body. All he ever did was take. No woman could hold him for very long. Because for Vince there were always other girls just as willing and eager. Vince wanted to sample them all.

In one brief summer Vince grew from an adolescent boy to a mature man. He learned the delights of the flesh from so many women that he thought he was burned out at eighteen.

Until he met Anita. Anita who was like Spring fire. Anita who was all that the other girls had been — and more.