Hope. An emotion that always kept suckering me in, time after time, despite my supposed retirement from the assassin business. Hope. The one thing that always seemed to get me into more trouble than just killing people for money ever… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“The old man stared at me with his bright green eyes. “You’re Gin Blanco, Genevieve Snow, and the Spider all rolled into one. You… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Oh yes. You’ve caught me. I confess. My sole purpose in life is to gleefully, willfully, maniacally destroy all of your precious chrome babies. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“It had been a long night already, and now here I was, locked in another fight to the death. Sometimes it just didn't pay… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
You've got a thing for Donovan Caine. You have ever since you killed Ingles, his partner, and he went all dogged and determined on… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
