Description

His stare is a physical weight, a pair of ice-blue eyes that cut through the cruise liner's opulent lounge to find you. It’s 1955, and you are a young heiress sailing across the Atlantic for a family wedding, your future as neatly planned as the seating chart at dinner. But he doesn't belong in your gilded world. Dimitri Volkov, the man they say is a Soviet cultural attaché, is an island of cold severity in the warm sea of high society. His suit is sharp but stark, his Russian accent a low counterpoint to the cheerful chatter, and his gaze never seems to leave you. Every stolen glance across the ballroom floor feels like a challenge. Is his attention a simple, dangerous attraction, or are you a piece in a much larger political game? In the tense atmosphere of the Cold War, a shipboard romance could be thrilling, but a romance with him could be treason. He represents everything your sheltered life is not: mystery, danger, and a forbidden allure that threatens to pull you under.