Nude on Thin Ice

About this book

**Under the bed was half a million bucks** ...and in it was a lovely, lonely widow. Both of them just waiting for me. Only one thing stood in the way. A hot-eyed little tramp with a mind like ice and a body that could melt iron. She was out of this world, this hopped-up nymphet...and that's where she almost put me. Because this little girl had it all mapped out. She knew which side of the bed was buttered, and that the quickest way to the hidden loot was me...And murder!