As a general rule, I tend to enjoy Harlequin’s vintage cover art. Bought some old Harlequin romances from the local UBS earlier this year: they were a hoot, really, and the cover art was beautiful and different. No swooning embraces, but heroines engaged in their daily, professional activities. Haven’t read any of the newly republished vintage Harlequin books — NOT romances, but mysteries or hardboiled adventures. At B&N, this one caught my attention, not only because of the title — virgins in titles back in the 50s! — but because of the cover art. The colors in the background caught my eye, but then I realized that those butterflies were a little…strange. Disembodied heads with butterfly wings sprouting out of their ears! Who in the art department thought that was a good idea?
She’s a cigarette girl in a spot just off Chicago’s loop, but she’s about to start really going places. As she goes, she collects an Indian raja, an amorous sheikh and a mysterious gentleman reputed to be the Rockefeller of Burma. These gents are after something, chasing the gal around the world to get it, and it ain’t hay. That’s where her butterflies come in—they flutter hard, warning her when she’s scared or propositioned, and they’re working overtime. Effectively?—read the book and find out.
ETA: when I Googled the title of the book to get the link and art, the predictive/popular searches beginning with "virgin with" came up with "virgin with HIV", "virgin with HPV", "virgin with STDs", etc. Oh, the power of the Google.