This book was first published in 1959 but the cover is from a 1961 reprinting. The cover artist is unknown. Like many pulp covers of the era, it equates bare shoulders with sex. I like the contrast between the mansion and the sailboat in the background and the woman and the man in the foreground. The cover blurb may read “The unashamed story of lonely women in a New England town … and the man who wove a net of passion around them all,” but unashamed is not the feeling that I’m picking up from the facial expressions on this cover. Getting down that hill barefoot is not going to practical so I hope she remembers what she did with her shoes.