“Um, h-h-hi,” Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“My dad will win, I silently countered, even as I smiled sweetly. I couldn’t wait to spike the ball right through her block, no matter how tall she was. In health class we’d learned that if Barbie were human, she’d be six feet tall and weigh one hundred pounds, and Gisele seemed pretty close to those dimensions. By contrast, my… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share
“Roger said, 'I don't know about having a shrink around all the time. Are you analyzing me right now?' Sophie rolled her eyes. 'How… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Do I have to give you hair torture to get it out of you?” What is that ? From the light in her eyes… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Aren’t those vegetables sexy, Rog?” Grant cooed, trying to hold in laughter. “Sexy, sexy veggies. You two need to go on lots of dates… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I’m on parole, that I’m not really free.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Speaking of banging, when’s McSailor getting home?” Kirsten’s smirk was the size of Texas. Sophie had to smile. “Crude. You’re crude, roomie.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“I met Ana doing free weights,” Roger said. “This hard-body señorita was putting me to shame on squats, and I asked her how she… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Two did not become one, but rather two came together—each one strong, healthy, and resilient, making the whole steadfast and true. They didn’t lose… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Okay, I’ve got the hidden microphones with GPS here,” Agent Bounter said. “Let’s get one on you.” “Now, sir?” “The Russians are on the… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
