That blurb (with a characteristic mis-spelling of 'Chatterley') comes from a book called 5 Wild Dames! This book came to my attention when I was complaining about the way some "authors" lend their names to other writers' work. The most recent egregious example is the book allegedly co-written by Pan's Labyrinth director Guillermo del Toro, The Strain, which was actually entirely written by one Chuck Hogan, working from a 12-page "treatment" of del Toro's. I couldn't help feeling that there is no less inspiring a name, literarily speaking, than 'Chuck Hogan'.
That was until Big Bob Tralins was brought to my attention.
The author photo on the back is truly grand in its awfulness. The readers of these books might have been operating on the moral and mental level of masturbating chimpanzees, but I don't think that having the writer pose as one was the best idea.
Tralins had a whole sewer of books to his credit.
Amongst these titles, Jazzman in Nudetown has an almost inspired anti-genius to it.
For close analysis of a relatively restrained Tralins cover, The Chic Chick Spy, you must go here.