This book is an utterly addictive thriller from a supremely talented writer and edgar award winner. I'm not really a guy who needs to mix sex with honey, whipped cream, chopped pecans, or champagne, but some women expect these things from a celebrity and I hate to disappoint them. I'm pretty thoughtful that way. It's the decadent fifties and Hollywood showbiz duo Lanny Morris and Vince Collins are riding the wave of success. With fame, fortune, not to mention glamorous women at their fingertips it seems nothing can go wrong for the witty lotharios. But it can. And it does. When a beautiful woman is found dead in their hotel suite, the ensuing scandal destroys the famous pair and they go their separate ways. No one ever finds out what really happened that night. That is until twenty years later. Tart-tongued and with a wicked penchant for cocktails, sexy journalist O'Connor is determined to unearth the story of a lifetime. But living legends Morris and Collins have their own agendas and secrets to hide. O'Connor soon finds herself compromisingly coiled around both men, knowing more about them than they realise and less than she might like, but increasingly fearful that she knows far too much.