“Please. Put the gun down and we'll talk. A beautiful woman holding a small cannon plays hell with my concentration. Christovao (Chris) Santos, Sanctuary” — Sharon K. Garner Copy Share Image
“Listen up, Nic," she said firmly, looking straight into his gray-blue eyes. "If you die on me out here, so help me I'll hold… — Sharon K. Garner Copy Share Image
“Please. Put the gun down and we'll talk. A beautiful woman holding a small cannon plays hell with my concentration. Christovao (Chris) Santos, Sanctuary” — Sharon K. Garner Copy Share Image
“What could I offer the local bad boy except my livelihood? Oh, I know. My body or my planes! Why didn't I think of… — Sharon K. Garner Copy Share Image
“Speechless and very nearly panting, she fell back against the wall with a thump, knowing that if she lived to be ninety, she would… — Sharon K. Garner Copy Share Image
