Monday, 16 July 2012

The Women of Pulp

by Beth Carswell

Some can't be tamed. Some can't be trusted. In they stroll with a sob story as familiar as the day is long, and yet, we fall for it every time. Blondes, brunettes, redheads - it doesn't matter. These voluptuous vixens, these dangerous dames, these buxom bombshells might seem a dime a dozen, but each ruby-lipped temptress is more tempting than the last.
"The more you know about love...the more you'll love this story!"

"She would never steal another woman's man again!"

"The raw, sizzling novel of a girl singer, her men, and murder in the hot record business."

"She liked her men tough."
"She fought for liberty like a woman - with her beauty, her brains - her body."
Silk stockings and perfect pouts, these broads attract trouble like a flame attracts moths. And as for us? We can't resist 'em. We love a damsel in distress. Heiresses and nurses, secretaries and seductresses..it makes no difference. Some may be collectible, some may be contemptible, but one thing is certain. They are....