“You’re not dying,” he said. “How do you know?” His eyes latched onto mine. “Because I’d never let that happen.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“I needed to stop staring at his bicep...and chest...and tattoo. Never thought the sun could be so...sexy. Wow. This was awkward.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“If you want a woman with a tight little kitty, the find one with itty bitty titties!” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Pretty much all women who wear pantsuits are evil. Kat's head tipped to the side. Okay. I do have to agree with that.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils. No one is perfect, no matter what they are or what side they… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Bethany." His quiet voice intruded. Her heart turned over heavily. "This is real right?" His face contorted as if he were in pain. "Yes,… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“You know, my sister and I can’t understand what Dawson sees in you. You’re just a silly little human.” His arm shot out so… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“He stepped aside, allowing me back into the hallway. As we headed to another elevator, he was glued to my hip. "As close as… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“He bent down, pressing his head against her forehead. “Seriously though, I want this – I want you … More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Everybody, no matter what is happening around them, deserves the kind of love that man feels for you” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“I can't believe you ate all the ice cream, Daemon!"I cringed and stopped inside the dining room. There was no way I was going… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Aiden grabbed my arm, pulling me right against his chest. The unexpected contact fried my brain. “If I was like every other pure-blood, I… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Fine!” I threw my hands up in the air. “Yes, you mean something to me. What you did for me on Thanksgiving—that made me…”… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“Please tell me that I undressed myself last night.” A half-smile formed. “Is that what you want to hear?” — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“It’s not great. What kind of connection is this? A one-way hotline to Pervyville?” I took a step forward, on a roll now. “It’s… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
