“Who the hell are you?” Hazel asked. I grinned. “Your worst fucking nightmare.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Harley Grimes might be a bad, bad guy, but I happen to be a bad, bad bitch.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Breaking into the building was easy. Too easy for an assassin like me.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Don’t give me your knives. Don’t give up. Don’t you dare give up.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“And what do you do in times of crisis, Gin?” Grayson asked. I stared at him. “I survive.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Actually, I love pissing people off. Important people, rich people, dangerous people. I’m an equal-opportunity pisser-offer.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Gin’s the toughest gal I know. Takes a licking and keeps on ticking, just like a Timex. Isn’t that right, Gin?” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“What did Owen ever see in you?” “Oh, I don’t know,” I said, my voice as cold and calm as hers was.… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“I shut the security-center door, stepped over the giant’s body, and went on my merry, murderous way.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Fucking hope. Next thing you’d know, I’d be getting soft and sentimental and teary-eyed over puppies and kittens and rainbows.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“It’s all very Greek, isn’t it?” I quipped. “Prophecies, tragedies, destinies. Just like in all those old mythology books we read over… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Actually,” Finn said, sniffing, “I was too good for you. I’ve ruined you for all other men.” “Hardly. I’ve had longer, deeper,… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“I strolled into a downtown parking garage, wearing a black pantsuit and matching heels. I’d pulled my dark, chocolate-brown hair up into… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Donovan Caine wanted me, but he wasn’t strong enough to accept me. Not my past, not my strength, not the woman I… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“The people I've killed over the years, yeah I did most of them for the money. Because being an assassin was a… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Aw, man,” Finn said, coming up to stand beside me, a black duffel bag dangling from his hand. “I didn’t even get… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“I have plenty of little black numbers in my closet at home, any one of which would be just fine for this… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“I embraced that hope for a moment, grabbed onto it with both hands, and held it close like the rare treasure it… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“The detective noticed Owen glaring at him and did a double take as well, as surprised by his appearance as Owen had… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Now I had four blades instead of just two. Good for me, bad for everyone else.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Killing someone was easy - getting away with it was what was truly challenging.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Being an assassin means knowing when to kill - and when not to kill.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Steel toes tend to bolster a girl’s confidence in her ability to kick some serious ass.” — 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… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“You bitch!” he screamed. “I’ll kill you for this!” “Sure you will,” I said in an easy voice. “Take a number and… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“I looked and listened, but the only sounds were my soft, quick breaths and the faint plop-plop-plop of blood dripping off the… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“The cold knot of rage in my chest started beating like a clock, a slow, steady countdown to Alexis James’s death. Tick-fucking-tock.” — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
