No self-respecting straight woman would buy this book. It appears that Bruce here has just woken up and is off to check in for his night shift at The Ingot.
This book pales in comparison with our other find, Magic Hour:
Looking at this book on the shelf, it's easier to mistake (a) the age of the young girl in this photo and (b) her angle of incidence with the protective side of the woman she's accompanying, than it is in looking at the snapshot uploaded here. Upon seeing this cover, Maughta's and my conversation was something like:
"Are they doing what..."
"No, wait, that's..."
"I didn't see the other pigtail at first, I thought it was a ponytail, which would mean her head would be..."
Please please please tell me that we aren't cursed with the two most gutter-bound minds east of the Mississippi.