‘He was about six feet tall, slim a nd fit. The eyes in the lean , slightly tanned face were a very clear grey-blue a nd as they observed the men they were cold a nd watchful. His good looks had a dangerous, almost cruel quality that had frightened me. But now I knew he could smile, I thought his face exciting, in a way no face had ever excited me befo r e …’

Vivienne Michel is ‘He was about six feet tall, slim a nd fit. The eyes in the lean , slightly tanned face were a very clear grey-blue a nd as they observed the men they were cold a nd watchful. His good looks had a dangerous, almost cruel quality that had frightened me. But now I knew he could smile, I thought his face exciting, in a way no face had ever excited me befo r e …’

Vivienne Michel is in trouble. Trying to escape her tangled past, she has run away to the American backwoods, winding up at the Dreamy Pines Moto r Court. A far cry fr om the privileged wo r ld she was bo r n to, the motel is also the destination of two hardened killers—the perverse Sol Ho r ro r a nd the deadly Sluggsy Mo r ant. When a coolly charismatic Englishman turns up, Viv, in terrible danger, is not just hopeful, but fascinated. Because he is James Bond, 007, the man she hopes will save her, the spy she hopes will love her …