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Doug has one of her covers at his place and it's a beaut.... Love Hungry Doctor . Here's another and it appears way tamer than LHD . (I lifted it from vintage sleaze where you can buy it) I saw Florence and her work at Doug's and thought there she is! The mother of my trade! This woman wrote more books than most people read in a lifetime and most of her titles were either steam-city--or sold to some disappointed people. Just the titles are titillating: Love Life of a Hollywood Mistress, Bedroom Agent, The Fleshpots, The Whipping Room . And those covers make the standard torso-gleaming, bodice-heaving, hair-rippling Fabio-esque event look tame. I want to get my hands on a Florence Stonebraker. Mother's day is coming up. Maybe my family will buy me this one. It's so strange that someone can have written that many books and not show up on any radar I know of. As someone pointed out, a women studies major would have a field day with Florence Stonebraker. What a
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