{"id":10930,"date":"2010-02-11T04:17:24","date_gmt":"2010-02-11T04:17:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/?p=10930"},"modified":"2010-02-11T04:17:24","modified_gmt":"2010-02-11T04:17:24","slug":"brand-of-shame-by-donna-richards","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/brand-of-shame-by-donna-richards\/","title":{"rendered":"Brand of Shame by Donna Richards"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Brand of Shame<\/em><\/h2>\n

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Donna Richards<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
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‘The off-beat love they chose set them apart, but they flaunted their depravity to the world.’<\/p>\n

–FROM THE BACK OF THE BOOK:<\/p>\n

… The Hill was one of New York’s most exclusive and sophisticated suburbs — and the couples who lived there had ultra-sophisticated tastes in sex!<\/p>\n

Earl and Jan Spencer’s marriage of convenience was an ideal arrangement for them — for he had no interest in the lusts of the fleash, and she was a confirmed Lesbian.<\/p>\n

Next door, however, the situation seethed, as ripe, viluptuous Sonia Bolt could no longer conatain the wild, reatless urges that set her yearning body on fire.<\/p>\n

And when Sonia decided that Jan was the firl she wanted, there was unfettered passion in the air and unexpected trouble in brewing …<\/p>\n

FROM INSIDE THE BOOK:<\/p>\n

… TWO WOMEN — ALONE …<\/p>\n

There was a heavy beating within Jan’s chest. The move had been made, boldly and flagrantly. Sonia wanted to be made love to by a woman — by Jan. She was asking for it more boldly than Jan had ever known the desire to be expressed …<\/p>\n

SAMPLE TEXT:<\/p>\n

… The man learned across the breakfast table toward his wife.<\/p>\n

‘What are you thinking about, darling?’<\/p>\n

‘Sex,’ sighed the woman.<\/p>\n

Earl Spencer smiled as he buttered his toast. ‘I thought so. It always shows on you, Jan. How long has it been for you?’<\/p>\n

Jan Spencer, tall, ash-blonde, Broad-shouldered, full-brested and narrow hipped, a chic, modern example of the perfect young suburban housewife, looked across the table at her husbans.<\/p>\n

‘Three months. I’m chafing at the bit, I’m afraid. You’re the lucky one, Earl. You don’t need any sex at all.’<\/p>\n

Earl’s gray eyes narrowed for just an instant. Then they sparkled with humor again.<\/p>\n

‘Yes,’ he said wryly, ‘I am one of the lucky ones. The perfect asexual male, having no urges, no yearnings either heterosexual or homosexual. I am complete within …<\/p>\n

BRAND OF SHAME<\/p><\/div>\n

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