Iron Tornado and private investigator Whizz approaches women like he does ice cream - a few licks and then he’s on to the next flavor.
Alienor has never been the flavor du jour.
Maybe it was the big brain hiding behind her beautiful brown eyes.
Maybe it was the generous heart beneath the bountiful curves.
Maybe it was the fear that her special sweetness would linger on his tongue.
Who cares what it was? Today the beauty is off limits.
Whizz has been hired by Alienor’s family to find her and keep her safe.
Whatever he wants to happen between them just isn’t meant to be.
Until he finds out someone is lying to him.