• I'm finding her cleavage both sexy and distracting. It's great if you don't think too much, but there's something proportionally and positionally off about her (mostly not visible) left breast. Like it's high and up and in. I actually love her dress and wish I could see more of it. And of course the gun is the perfect accessory.
• Hurray for female private eyes, of whom there were (pre-1980s) far, far too few.
• "The bodies beautiful" must be referencing some concept that had currency once that I don't know about. I feel like I've heard of "the body beautiful set" before, but that may be from some other, cheesier paperback that I own. That's a very romance-language construction (noun adjective). English doesn't normally ... do that.

• Straight-up Hall-of-Fame back cover concept. You know how dull these things can be. But this? Visually arresting and also kind of hilarious (I mean the "Age" and "Physical Description" parts, not the dead parents part). 
• Not the best insurance application "photo" I've ever seen. Or maybe it is, as I don't think I've ever seen one.
• God bless a book with a clear cover artist credit. 
• Honey West and Mark Storm, your News 5 Weather Team.

"I've read about guys like you."
"Oh?"
"They get their kicks by squeezing two things at the same time."
"I don't follow you, Honey."
"The second squeeze is on the trigger."
"What trigger?"
"The one you've got buried in my ribs."
"What?"

• Alliteration? Check. Hot girl with gun? Check. Ocelot? Check.
• Fencing in the foyer!
• The Honey West novels were first published before the TV series, then reissued as TV tie-ins like this one. The series was short lived. More here.
• This cover makes me sad, as I am sure that cat is drugged

• Grrrr. Seriously, grrr, taking this fucking leash off, lady.
• "Look, I give. You are very, very hot. I can't deny it. Now just put down the gun and dear god let the cat go already ..."

He shoved an elbow in my ribs. "Sí. There is no place better to hide a body, no?" His eyes slid down to my hips. "Speaking of bodies, it is a shame to hide yours."

"Thanks," I said, patting his swarthy cheek. "You're not so bad after all."