FOREPLAY

brought to you by Breathless Press and Tammy Valentine

Blurb:

Twelve star signs, four friends, one extraordinary

year. With Foreplay, enjoy a free taste of Izzy on her journey of sexual discovery through the Zodiac.

Twelve star signs, four friends, one extraordinary

year. Izzy Morgan is a girl on a mission. When her friend Jessica reveals a remarkable talent for

identifying men’s star signs purely from their sexual performance, an intrigued Izzy takes up an

exhilarating challenge. With Foreplay, you can enjoy a free taste of Izzy as she begins her journey of

sexual discovery through the Zodiac.

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EXCERPT

As she lay in the tub that evening, relishing the

golden candlelight and warm vanilla scent from the bubbles, Izzy turned over the newfound information

in her mind. She was fascinated by the notion that she could enjoy a man so much more by knowing

which buttons to push—predetermined buttons based on his star sign. She had never had much luck

with men, but equipped with Jessica’s astrological handbook for seduction, might she not learn to

discover the real pleasures of romance?

Closing her eyes, she let her hand drift lazily

through the water to her mound and teased the wet, dark hair gently with her fingers. She felt the

familiar tingle in her skin as she woke the sleeping creature deep inside, and she arched her back

involuntarily as the first wave of pleasure lurched through her. Opening her legs a little wider, she then

slipped a finger into the crevice, moist with bubble bath and anticipation, and began to play.

Behind her closed eyes she watched a parade

of male models, each one naked but for a fig leaf covering his modesty, engraved with his star sign.

Starting with Aries, she made the men line up in front of her in her head, then gazed appreciatively as

one by one they shed their leaves to reveal the astrological promise beneath. She got as far as Cancer,

the fourth sign, before she came, her clitoris convulsing deliciously under the pressure of her finger.

Could it be genuine? she wondered as she

allowed the warmth of the water to bring her round from her daydream. Was there anything more than

sheer hokum to the concept of compatibility based on astrology? And if there was, what did it mean

for her in her continuing search for the perfect partner, who had so far proved dramatically elusive?