Could you stop after reading these five sentences?
Say what you like about Harold Robbins (and we had some of his books at my house when I was growing up, along with The Sotweed Factor and The French Lieutenant's Woman), the man knew how to hook readers with a certain lively tawdriness. Like this:
"A sick feeling began to come up in her throat. This could not be her. Not like this. Nude. With that woman and those men."
My mom calls these kind of books fudge books. They go down easy, but later you feel kind of queasy.