CONNOLLY'S WOMAN
Harry Whittington
Fawcett Crest Gold Medal No. 1058, 1960
First edition paperback original.
Near fine.
""It's like this', Connolly said to me as he
grabbed Velva's arm in his huge fist. "Our little trip on this boat
won't take more than a couple of weeks, but if we start off the wrong
way, we can have some trouble of our own making." He released Velva's
arm and in the same movement caught her shirt front and snagged his big
hand downward, ripped every button off. She tried to twist away but he
growled at her and she froze. "Velva is my woman," he said, "but she's
my woman in every way that means. This girl does what I tell her. So
right away I want it understood - when you get a need for loving, you
get to wanting something, you don't suffer and ache for it. Velva is
right here, and anything you want from her, you take it"."