Status Updates From The Reluctant Miss Van Helsing

Laughing during sex is the best kind of laughter.

His other hand began to caress her stomach in tiny circles, and a slow heat began to build as his fingers danced across her skin. He dipped that hand lower, finding the patch of hair over her nether lips. The action caused Jane to tense in his arms, her thighs locking against his hand. He caressed her until she relaxed.

Brandon, Jane's brother, stood to his father's right. In spite of the terror and shame she was feeling, Jane was glad to see he looke dhis usual handsome self. His brown hair, the color of walnuts, was longer than usual, tied back in a queue. His eyes were almost the same shade as her own. His smile was fleeting but heartfelt.

Webber has never met a pun, cliche, word play or quotable quote she didn't like. It's a bit like wading through treacle. The premise is cute and what I can see of the heroine behind her fog of pun and cliche seems fun.