I once had a girlfriend back in Scotland, Lorna, who was into astrology, karma, healing crystals and all that shite.  She always said the universe had a way of knowing when you needed something and providing for you.  In my experience, what it generally provides is a kick in the  bollocks. 

Tommy Chisholm is in trouble.

His dream life in Barcelona is unravelling.  He’s broke, his writing career has stalled, and maybe it’s time to pack up and go home.

But then he’s recruited by an organised crime gang to help them rob an art gallery.  His financial worries will be over at a stroke, and all he needs to do is seduce someone he’s never met.

Everything is going perfectly.  Until he loses his head over the woman he is meant to be exploiting.