This book is a cheesy, (unintentional, I'm sure) knock-off oftwo other novels. The romance is straight out of Brenda Joyce's THEGAME (much, much better than this), and the "suspense" can be traced to Iris Johansen's AND THEN YOU DIE (not much better, but at least Ms. Johansen appeared to have thought out her plot more carefully).
Temple Banning wakes up in a wedding suite, alone and with music playing in her head. She later finds out that she is pregnant and carries not just a baby, but the antidote to a virus. She turns to Mark Challis, aka the Cobra, for help, only to find out he may be the one who set her up to begin with.
The background was ridiculous. Yes, yes, I'm sure the American Embassy in Zaire was going to let Temple enter an epidemic zone. I'm sure the American government would have even let citizens enter the country until the virus was contained. Of course Temple had to go and rescue her parents. Especially when she found out they were already dead, *of course* she had to go to the hospital where they died. Uh huh. Right. It would have made to much sense to wait at the American Embassy for word, and then after finding out they'd died, waited there for the remains to be turned over to her.
Once infected, but a survivor (of course, or there'd be no story), yes, yes, I can just see that the Centers for Disease Control would just let Temple run off her merry way, without making sure to stay in contact with her for yearly physicals, and just in case the virus broke out again. Why would they want to keep in contact with the woman who carried the antidote to a deadly virus in her body, anyway?
I could go on, but there's no need. With such senseless plotting as this, I couldn't bring myself to do more than skim the rest of the book. That's when I found out that the romance was an attempt at the "hero behind the scenes, directing the heroine's life without her knowing it" that Brenda Joyce did much better in her historical romance, THE GAME.
Read THE GAME. Forget THE MORNING AFTER.