Poppy

THERE ARE GREAT WHIFFS of cordite and testosterone throughout this tale - Poppy. Packed to the brim with action, whether it's in some shabby desert sheikhdom or in the boudoir, both are areas in which Harry Donaghue, a grizzled mercenary soldier, excels. Harry has just completed one mission in the Kingdom of Buktar, when his domestic bliss in the UK is savagely it's back to the heat again to finish the job against some very nasty opposition. He has to face not just some fiercely unpleasant locals, there's a Mafia interest here too. And why? Because suddenly there's the potential for the biggest and most frightening break-through in drug manufacture the world has known. Only Harry and his team can put a stop to it. As for that business in the boudoir? Suffice to say that Victoria Ashby-Smith is one of the sassiest, sexiest, most compelling pieces of femininity between the sheets (and between the pages of a book) that Harry is ever likely to meet.