There was a girl named Leda who was Queen of the campus. There was a girl called Mitch who desperately wanted to be loved. Suddenly, they belonged to each other. Not since The Well of Loneliness has there been such an honest, provocative novel on a theme too important to keep from the light.This classic lesbian pulp novel about the forbidden love between two college girls is often considered by many to have launched the lesbian pulp genre. Although Tereska Torres’s Women’s Barr...

Joseph Meaker was a shy, dedicated scholar. To his brash wife, Maggie, and her advertising friends, he was a cipher, easily dismissed. But behind his gentle façade he carried the seeds of violence, subtle and understated. Until the day his pet cat was accidentally killed by a neighbor’s car.Joseph’s desire for revenge became an obsession that could only be satisfied by a ''punishment'' so gruesome it makes the skin crawl.

The Lesson - According to Kicks...Heine pointed the knife at her. "O.K., Lady Godiva, take off the blouse."She stood motionless, unable to answer or move."Go ahead," Heine said. "Take that piece-of-nothing off."The boy’s shoulders slumped and he began to groan. "Brace, mister!" Bar shouted. He put a fist in the boy’s gut, and the boy sank to his knees in the dirt, weeping helplessly. "O.K., green-belly," Bar said. "Stay there. Your turn come...

An exhilarating story from the author who mainstreamed lesbian pulp fiction.When Mary Drew and Martha meet at a posh school in England, the connection is instantaneous. Both are lonely in the new space and both spend their days stuck inside their vivid imaginations, so it's no surprise that they began a passionate and intense relationship. But such passion leads to their ultimate downfall, ruin...and murder.Vin Packer, a pen name for Marijane Meaker, is cre...

He was sixteen the summer he killed the girl - a brown-haired boy painfully aware of beauty and in search of it.The trouble was, he had a kind of adoration for Jill Latham’s cool beauty and her mysticism. So when she revealed to him her secret and terrible life, it shattered him.It was as if by killing her, he restored his shattered goddess to himself.

WHY DID THEY KILL?These were nice kids, model kids. They didn’t wear leather jackets and roam the streets in “wolf packs”; they didn’t steal and mug for dope. For kids, they were well mannered and quiet. They were attractive and nicely dressed. You’d have welcomed them as next-door neighbors.Yet...one rapedone murderedone killed by fireWhat got into them?What dark thoughts tormented them when they were alone at night?

There were two Charlie GibsonsOne rode the 5:45 to Westport and was met at the station by his charming wife who dressed in impeccable tweeds and mixed a wicked martini. He also had a long-legged, lovely daughter whom he admired. He was second in command of a vast publishing house and, what’s more, he got there without being a hatchet man. Everybody had respect for him; almost everybody liked him.That was one side of Charlie Gibson.The unhappy...

She was hurrying past the field on her way home when the man stepped out from behind a tree and stood spraddle-legged in her path. Ginny Lee was uncommonly pretty, a small girl with unusually long legs for someone her size, good legs with finely molded ankles; and her breasts above the rounded hips and very thin waist were large and full, not in a way that gave her a top-heavy look, but a proud, feminine look. Ginny Lee was happy about her looks except for one thing: she needed glasses. Sh...

Paradise, Georgia, USA where black and white have lived together, and in secret loved together for three hundred years; where the white man knows that the dark-skinned man is his blood brother and hates him for it; where the white woman looks on the dark-skinned man with secret lust and longing . . . Out of this shared and silent intimacy, compounded of fear, hatred, sexual guilt and carnal knowledge, springs this starting novel which lays bare the secrets behind the violent deeds of the S...

The book that damned an entire townFERN FULTON: "I’m the only friend Gloria Wealdon has in this town. How could she write those dreadful things about me and my husband and our daughter?"VIRGINIA FULTON, age 15: "Mrs Wealdon’s a stinker and I’d like to murder her and write a sequel to her book. I’d call it Population 12,359."DR. JAY MANNERHEIM, psychologist: "Gloria Wealdon has simply touched off unpleasantries that in many cases would have ...

Somehow he’d ended up with someone else’s coat . . . and that act could end Robert Bowser’s life before it started.His hand trembled as he answered the phone.''Mr. Bowser?''''Yes.''''Mr. Bowser, my name is Harvey Plangman.''''Yes, Mr. Plangman. I have your wallet, and jacket, too, I believe.''''And I have yours.''''Why don’t you drive over here? I could offer you a drink and we could reclaim our things.''''Mr. Bowser, were you...

On their first night Carrie had been nervous, and Slater had tried to think of some way to make it easier for her, to show her how fine and free it could be. But the moment they’d stepped into the cabin, she had undressed, matter-of-factly, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her body was white and incredibly lovely, and Slater had felt desire engulf him. He had held her, hungrily, and hardly listed to the one thing she’d said. ''I don’t think I’ll be much good at this.'' She had been so c...