“The smile, the look, tugged at Eleanor's heart. Even in the fleeting glance, she'd seen great love in Ian's eyes, his determination to finish this letter and send it to Beth so she could enjoy decoding it. A way to… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“We’ve had a banshee in residence,” Jim argued with a wave at Talia. “So we have,” Adam answered. A banshee. A weapon. It was… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“All of us are mad in some way,” Ian said. “I have a memory that won’t let go of details. Hart is obsessed with politics and money. Cameron is a genius with horses, and Mac paints like a god. You find out details on your cases that others miss. You are obsessed with justice and getting everything you think is… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share
“Oh. Lord have mercy. Victor wasn’t here to help with the interview. This wasn’t an interview at all. It was an audition. Her heart… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“There are no right and wrong choices,” Tain said trying to keep his voice gentle. “There is only what we do with the choices… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“They all had them, dark secrets of the soul. The only way to deal with them was to live, and forget.” — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“I'm not a bloodhound, your lordships." "Woof, woof," Cameron said, giving Fellows an evil grin. "Good dog.” — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“Sorry, Ian," Cameron said. He found himself saying that to Ian quite a bit. "I didn't understand." Ian gave him a faint nod but… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“Blackmailers are never satisfied." His laughter faded into bitterness. "Aren't they? How do you know?" His words were empty, hollow. "When you're the brother… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“Ian closed his eyes. Beth watched emotions flicker across his face, the uncertainty, the stubbornness, the raw pain he’d lived with for so long.… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“This was the Hart Eleanor had known years ago, the one she'd agreed without hesitation to marry. He'd had the body of a god,… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
“Hart having arrived before them, insisted they lift at least one glass to old Mrs. McCray. "May she, her husband, and our father be bullying one another in the great beyond." "I hope they enjoy it", Mac said lifting his glass. His cut crystal goblet held tea, not whiskey. Mac now drank no alcohol of any kind. "Confusion to them… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share
