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Armchair Fiction presents a new line of “Scandalous Classics,” featuring the works of Florence Stonebraker. THREE MEN AND A MISTRESS is another finely tuned tale of overt lust, hardboiled action, dastardly deeds, blatant sexual promiscuity, and outright sin! However, if you’re looking for XXX-rated literature, you have the wrong book. Other than “damn” or “hell” there isn’t even a single four-letter word in its pages. But if you’re looking for a surprisingly well-written story chock full of prurient, erotically charged moments about dazzling, wanton women and brutishly mis-guided men, then you need go no further. You see, Florence Stonebraker (1896-1977) was the true queen of the “Naughty Novels” of the 1950s and 1960s. Without crossing society’s ambiguous boundaries of righteous indignation, she was able to spin webs of scandalous, risqué behavior in novel after novel. “Three Men and a Mistress” is another scandalous Stonebraker gem. It’s the third of five Armchair Fiction releases of her works. Florence Stonebraker will never stand alongside literary giants like F. Scott Fitzgerald or Mark Twain, but there’s no question her novels are worth dusting off for a second look. “Three Men and a Mistress” is the story of a wanton paramour that three men lusted after. Sue Harris was an enterprising redheaded hellion, torn between the affections of three men and her own conniving heart. In Sue’s scandalous harem there was Luke, the charming millionaire. Luke made Sue his mistress and gave her everything—including his heart. But were his steady funds and affections enough to keep this wild girl from running into the arms of another man? Perhaps not when Frankie, Sue’s first love, re-entered her life. Sue had learned everything from Frankie about life, love, and lust. Frankie had given her that first taste of hot passion—and his touch was one she couldn’t forget! Finally, there was Dick, the dashing actor. Dick’s charms stirred up Sue’s blood as no man had ever done before, but did he want more from Sue than just her sexual permissiveness? Sue knew she was playing a dangerous, three-pronged game of steamy passion, and it seemd nearly certain she would learn the hard way that when you play with three red-hot Casanovas all at once, you’re bound to end up in the charred remains of unfulfilled love—with no one to have, and no one to hold!
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