Vanity, right?" Nash reappeared in the living room with an open bag of potato chips. "I nominate my venerable brother. He likes… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
And you still love Marc?" "More than I can even explain. He's my rock—strong and steady, and ready for anything. He knows… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
Why do I always have to be the one who says 'stop'?" I demanded, my voice little more than a moan. "You… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
So, did the costume come with a condom, or is that sold separately? — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
You just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
So, what now? We’re friends?" Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
“You'll have to give me a minute here. Gravity's a real bitch this morning. Ian to Kori” — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
Wow," Liv said, when I dropped the mallet back into the drawer. "That looked like fun. I call dibs on the next over-the-top destruction… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
“So...what are you delivering today -- pizza or death?" "Both, actually. Pepperoni for you now, and a fatal aneurism to the woman in room… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
“My hands wrapped around his waist, traveling up the broad expanse of his back, mooth and hard, and... "Give it a rest, already," Tod… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
“I don't even like regular plants. Except for corsages and long-stemmed roses...and those only hurt when they don't show up.” — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
“I want everyone to get plenty of rest tonight, because tomorrow, we make plans to bury the new council chair. And don't worry about… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
“Take a nice, long look at your future, reaper. You'll soon be burning as fuel for hundreds of tiny fires." Tod laughed out loud.… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
“Whoever said it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved was full of crap.” — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
