She's a dazzling independent beauty journalist turned secret agent, and she's got her priorities right on the money: pack the hairdryer first, the nerve agent dispenser later. Her name is Olivia Joules ("as in the unit of kinetic energy") and she's ready to take America by storm with charm, style, and her infamous Overactive Imagination. Could her arch-enemy truly be Pierre Ferramo, he of the hooded eyes, impeccable taste, unimaginable wealth, exotic international homes, and dubious French accent? Could he be a terrorist bent on the destruction of the Western world, or is it just Olivia's imagination investing a naughty playboy with deadly significance?
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