Napoleon Solo lay under the silk sheets, staring up at the woman who was on top of him; her long luxurious brunette hair cascading down to caress his naked chest.

Joanna Winthrop, as wild a vixen both in and out of bed; he'd never met anyone quite like this woman and even his paramour Angelique couldn't hold a candle to this gorgeous creature.

There was more to her. She was not only sexy but smart, clever and she made him smile and laugh a like a kid...that hadn't happened well, since Clara was in his life. When he was with Joanna, she made him forget all his troubles. There were few people who could do that to him in earnest...