Whenever we see this sort of distinctively sculpted red hair on a cover femme fatale we think the artist is Howell Dodd, but Gary Lovisi’s Dames, Dolls and Delinquents: A Collector’s Guide to Sexy Pulp Fiction says this is actually Rudy Nappi’s work on the front of Orrie Hitt’s Sheba. Nappi did his share of sculpturally coifed redheads, so Lovisi is probably right. The cover banner says Sheba Irons would sell anything, which might be true, but her actual job, once she secures it, is to sell cars. She and the other employees at the dealership sucker customers into unscrupulous financing deals, but this is Hitt fiction, which means the details of the business are minimal—the recipe here is sex and scandal. The men at the dealership all want Sheba, and when they eventually find leverage they seek revenge for having been rejected. We’ve seen this called one of Hitt’s worst books, but anyone who would say that really doesn’t know Hitt. There’s no worst—they’re all bad. This one is solidly middle-of-the-road for him.
You're finally here. Your apartment's on fire. Someone threw matches in the window. Someone who doesn't like waiting I bet.