He leant closer, his lips brushed hers, the kiss was just the barest caress. Pulling back a little, his eyes sparkled. 'I've waited all day for that and it's been worth every second, ' he whispered. His fingers stroked her neck, pulling her closer as he kissed her again; the combination was intoxicating. His lips tasted of rich red wine and brandy.When her fiancé returns from war service in 1945, artist Rebecca has a rude awakening and Oliver's old-fashioned expectations of a wife send her fleeing from his arms to forget him. On board ship she is seduced by a charming American journalist, and she sees this as the beginning of a new, sexually liberated life.In New York Rebecca feels free to explore her newly-awakened passionate addiction, and with her refined English beauty and her appetite for erotic romance, she soon receives many intriguing invitations.