"My name," she whispered in soft, secret tones, "is Jennifer--just Jennifer--and no questions, please." Then she murmured a request so surprising that Jerome Mailer could only stare at her exquisite, shadowy profile in the bar's half-light. Beckoned by a breathtaking vision into a maelstrom of uncertainty and unknown threat, Jerome found himself captivated by the enigmatic beauty and drawn against his better judgment into a dangerous game. He'd never loved a woman enough to risk his life for her, but Jennifer enveloped him in a web of desire and overwhelming need that neither could resist. In a wild moment terror gave way to passion... but would it point the way to love?
