Razor Steele can't believe it when he arrives home and finds a bronzed acrolith on his doorstep. Once he gets it in his house, he can't get the statue off his mind.
When its owner shows up, he can't get her off his mind. What was it about Bronlyn, the woman, and Bronlyth, the statue that has his heart and mind so intrigued?
Razor awoke to the doorbell ringing and someone knocking on the door. He groaned, glanced at the clock on the nightstand, rolled over, and pulled the pillow over his head hoping whoever it was would go away. No such luck. The incessant peal continued.
“Some vacation,” he moaned, jumping up and running to the door. If it was Bob he was going to strangle him for getting him up so early. The first time in months he could sleep in, and here he was getting company. He yanked the door open just as the knocker sounded again.
“What the hell do you want?” he snapped, and then closed his mouth abruptly. Standing before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. This woman was a natural beauty with no makeup, no designer clothes, and no expensive hairdo.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Her large hazel eyes slid down his chest to stop at his pajamas riding low on his hips and snap back to his face.
“Can I help you?” He asked, not at all disturbed by the fact that he was wearing his favorite cartoon characters pajama bottoms.