Think She's a Zombie? Third Book in the Peaches series (excerpt)

“Uh,” I interuped the evil staring contest the guys had going on. “Hate to interrupt, but it’s actually cold out here, and I’m exhausted and hungry. So, can you all threaten each other another time?”
Barney and Oscar turned back to look at me. “Peaches,” Barney said it like he was tasting the name, seeing if he liked it. If his expression was any key, it tasted like shit. “I do not acknowledge you. Therefore you have no say here.”
I felt Bane’s muscles tighten beneath my arm, but I stepped forward before he could do or say anything. He couldn’t always fight my battles, I needed to learn to fight ‘em myself. “Oh? Did you think that was a question? ‘Cause it wasn’t.” I cocked my hip and slammed my hand down on it. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to get in one of those cars over there, probably have backseat car sex with my husband, and then we’re going to go to his palace or castle or whatever. And you all aren’t going to say anything, because if you think Bane is dangerous—” I took a step towards them.“—then you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Uh-huh, that’s right. Peaches had powers. Peaches was a boss. I did a little mental dance and song in my head, but never stepped away or backed down. I’d been through worse things than two old dudes prospering and strutting around like they were the best thing since sliced bread. Considering everything, I was pretty sure I could take them.
Little specks of red floated in Oscar's eyes. “Control—”
I ruthlessly cut him off. “You better be about to say something that ends with a compliment and me getting in that car.”
He snapped his lips shut, and I could see pure hatred in his eyes. Like I gave a flying crap. He started it! I nodded my head sharply, and turned to look at Bane over my shoulder. “Ready to go?”
A proud smile moved across his face. He liked what I just did. I liked it too. Maybe I’d buy some handcuffs and we could play some role reversal games in the bedroom. I bet I looked great in black leather with a whip. 
His face twisted: half-horrified shock, half-humor. “I’m not sure how to even respond to that, but I know it will never happen.”
I turned, went to his side, and linked my arms with his. I batted my eyelashes up at him. “We’ll see.”