The Quarter Storm (Mambo Reina, #1)

by Veronica G. Henry

You grab a bar of French-milled soap that cost more than every bar you’ve bought in the last year. You open it up and come face-to-face with a springy, dried pubic hair. That’s what Lucien’s referrals were like: they looked good at first, but they always came with an ugly surprise.

This was a clever line.