Any Linda Howard is a keeper, but this book is, ha, to die for! Actually, gym owner Blair Mallory is the one who thinks growly cop Wyatt Bloodsworth is to die for. Unfortunately he canned their relationship two years previously, before they’d even gone all the way. Now she’s snotty with him, even while he’s trying to find out who’s trying to kill her. Like she meant to see a murder. Like she wanted to be shot at, and all the other bad stuff that’s happening to her. Like she’s going to have sex with a guy who dumped her two years ago, even though he’s seen her naked. Well duh. Trouble is, Wyatt knows things about her. Who else would figure out her neck is her big erotic turn-on? Other guys would just zero in to boring old breasts, but not Wyatt. He’s a fast learner concerning her, even if he describes her using ‘f’ words: Wyatt was grinning.. ‘You’re such a piece of fluff; it’s funny hearing anything businesslike coming out of your mouth.’ I was so appalled and taken aback that I’m sure my mouth fell open. ‘Piece of fluff?’
‘Fluff,’ he said firmly. ‘You have a pink hammer. It that doesn’t say fluffy, I don’t know what is.’
‘I am not a piece of fluff! I own a business, and I’m good at what I do! Fluffs don’t do that; fluffs let other people take care of them.’ I could feel a really serious snit coming on, because I hate being put down, and being called a piece of fluff definitely felt like a put-down to me.
He framed my waist with both hands, still grinning. ‘Everything about you is fluffy, from that Pebbles hairdo to your fancy little flip-flops with the shells on them. You wear an anklet all the time, your toenails are hot pink, and your bras match your panties. You look like an ice cream cone, and I could just lick you all over.’
Ooh! Back in smart-mouthed fun mode, maybe even funnier than Mr. Perfect, Linda Howard sure knows how to give her gals and guys a good time, even while they’re chasing a killer! Enjoy the fighting, the fluff, and the hot making up! To die for, indeed.