Licence To Thrill
Chapter One
Nothing but nothing scared Charlee Champagne except black widow spiders and
wealthy, long-legged, brown-eyed, handsome men with matinee-idol smiles and a
day's growth of beard stubble.
In her five years as a Las Vegas private investigator, Charlee had never once
lost her cool. Being alley-cornered at midnight by a stiletto-wielding
transvestite produced nary a wobbly knee. Getting dragged ten feet behind a
robbery suspect's Nissan Pathfinder had created not a single spike in her pulse
rate.
And just last week she'd averted disaster when she'd calmly faced down a
half-dozen gangbangers and convinced them the banana in her jacket pocket was
actually a forty-five-caliber Grizzly Magnum.
Cucumbers had nothing on Charlee. But something about mean mama black widows and
rich, long-legged, brown-eyed, handsome, matinee-idol- smiling,
beard-stubble-sporting men slid right under her skin and wreaked havoc with her
bravado. She had earned both phobias legitimately. The spider heebie-jeebies
dated back to an ugly outhouse incident in rural Wisconsin when she was twelve.
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