It was a black, mermaid-style, evening gown with a short, sweeping train and a split up the side that verged on indecent. One side of the dress seemed transparent but was in fact lined with flesh-toned satin. The other side was covered in black sequins. A swirling appliqué snaked its way up the strapless dress stopping at the bustline. It was beautiful, and it fit her to a tee. Sensual, intriguing, dangerous.
From Stolen, Book 3 in the Diana Hunter Mystery Series