Dakota Sinclair was a loner all of her life. Abandoned at birth, she had no ties . . . No history and maybe no future. That's one of the things that made her an ideal asset for the super-secret, world, security organization that didn't even have the benefit of an acronym. The fact that she was a superb athlete and of African American and Native American ancestry were other assets. Because of her skin tone she could infiltrate groups in the Middle East, North Africa, Central or South America or any country of colour. Skilled in a thousand ways to silently kill or capture, she never learned how to protect herself from a man like Ambassador Jefferson Alden Logan. Jeff Logan often had the weight of the world on his broad shoulders. Not to mention an unfaithful and bipolar wife who made him pay dearly for his dedication to duty. What he did not need now was more grief from his wife's rich and powerful family over the custody of his three, young sons or a challenge from a woman he could neither possess nor control. Still he rarely had not gotten what he wanted and needed in his private life . . . and this was definitely one of those times when he would stop at nothing to have the mysterious Dakota Sinclair.