"She sat on the hard mattress of the bed, leaning back on the unsuccessful pillow, and put one square of chocolate on her tongue like the communion host.  Her defiant pleasure, European chocolate, this one softer than most brands, with the texture of clotted cream, just firm enough to keep its shape, melting sensuously on the tongue, the intense sweetness of it overwhelming every other sensation.  Her body merging with chocolate, becoming chocolate for a few moments. No thoughts."

Her writing moves quickly, but it makes you desperate to follow....on everything.