Talk about sweets. Check out this excerpt from NAKED ON THE STAIRCASE. (Anyone in the mood for a few jawbreakers?)

Too fast. He grabbed her wrist. “Hold on, Lara Croft. You gotta learn the rules or your teeth will rot.”

“Who’s Lara Croft?”

Nice twinkle of jealousy in her eyes. “A heroine in a story who lives and dies by weapons.”

She stared at her reflection in the mirror and rolled those baby blues.

Laughing would only tick her off. “If you don’t learn to brush your teeth, you’ll wish you had. I’d hate for you to loose an arm.” Or kill his heart if she died using an explosive improperly. Talk about blood on one’s hands.

Her reflection’s gaze locked on meet his. “Please spare me the analogy. Do these all blow Its to bits?”

“No.” Revealing the grenade she had been using gave her a four to five-second window before detonation was not what he preferred to do. Babes shouldn’t be airbrushed nor maimed. Women with curves and limbs rated right up there with breathing to men.

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