Let's have a taste, shall we?
Full diaper. Those were the words that flew to mind when Lucy tried on the monstrosity of a dress that arrived by messenger to her door just three hours before the Vanderbilt gala. -- pg 21, The Overnight Socialite by Bridie Clark
She was whispering, so I had the phone pressed hard against my ear. I imagined her turned away from where everyone else was, curled around the secret of our conversation in a house at the beach where the air outside smelled like breeze and the air inside was all damp towels and little-boy screams and clumps of sand. -- pg 60, House of Dance by Beth Kephart