It was a special sort of club, so naturally it had a special sort of manager. His name was Eddie Race, and he made things interesting for couples jaded by too much honeymoon.

Take that worn lecher, Virgil Blanding, and his fresh, young wife, Lucy, for example. A former dancer, Lucy had everything going for her … and yet she also carried a dark secret. Race often wondered if that was why she could always be found in the company of other beautiful women.

And what about Sandra Jennings? Sandra had a body to die for, and her husband Fred was clearly crazy about her. But there was a coldness to Sandra that told Eddie one thing—that she could be fond, when she wanted to be … but that she never wanted to be fondled …