Always Another Man

Maybe Frosty had deserved her nickname in the beginning, but by now it was a joke. She was a tempestuous redhead, seething with passion, mad with desire. Monty, her husband, was no good to her. Night after night he left her unsatisfied. There was only one thing to do, as she saw it, and she set out to do it without a twinge conscience.

This is the story of Frosty Brett's succession of lovers, and how she used each one to fulfill a diffrent side of her erotic nature, learning from some, teaching others. Few women could face the dark side of love as she did, flinging themselves into the vortex of lust and violence that lurk in the erotic soul.