“From afar, Alex Winslow looked like nothing could penetrate his armor. But he was an artist—and an artist’s armor is full of bullets and cracks. That’s how the lyrics and notes seep through.” — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“I put her under my spell, to make sure she was mine. Scribbling onto her the notes only I could play. Now that Tania… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“Group hug!” Daisy announced, and before I knew it, I was buried in my friends’ arms. I inhaled their scents, feminine and hopeful, closing… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“All you have to do is not fuck it up. Is it really that hard?” Was he kidding? Of course it was that hard.… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“That was me. I was The Fixer. Everything was fixed. Well, other than what was important. I walked down the hallway of the hospital… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“Why the fuck did I know what any of these terms meant, you might wonder? Because my soulless arse did Armani and Balmain campaigns… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“Because when you’re a rock star and make a crap ton of money, everyone wants a piece of the pie. A pie you baked.… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“I’d finally found him. The one man scarier than my father. Not that I was looking. Because while Vicious made a lot of noise,… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“Another beat of silence on my end. If you wanted to win a negotiation, rule number one was to talk less. Show minimal interest.… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“You can’t stand here.” I pushed her away with my butt, “Why can’t I…” But there was no need to finish the sentence. I… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
