“And yet, even as I made these plans, there was a small dismayed corner of my heart. Like those stupid cartoons when you're a kid: little red devil on one shoulder and the little angel in his nightie on the… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“Emma sat up very straight in the saddle. Her eyes were huge, but she said bravely, “I could do it!” “I know you can.”… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“Max's scarred brow crinkled. He reached for the coffee mug on his desk. “Motive is tricky. See, what might be a good reason for me to kill someone might not be a good enough reason for you to kill someone." Swift stared at his hands loosely clasped around his ankle. “I wouldn't. Deliberately hurt anyone." "And my impulse is to… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share
“It was nearly five before Jake walked in. He was sunburnt, wet, and smelled faintly of fish. Sexy as hell. Don’t ask me to… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“Law enforcement hardened you. It made you cynical about people. Even people you loved. The people who deserved your unconditional trust.” — josh lanyon Copy Share Image
“So you're like a ... an amateur sleuth?" "God no. I'm more like the hapless guys in those film-noir flicks we used to watch. I keep getting tangled up in bizarro events." "Oh yes?” His eyes lit with enthusiasm. I was speaking his language now. “Guy Pearce in L.A. Confidential or William Hurt in Body Heat ?" "I was thinking… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share
“ 'You know what I thought the first time I saw you?' 'No.' 'Point of no return.' ” — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
I love you," Jake whispered. "Are you strong enough for this?" I made myself comfortable. Said over my shoulder, "Sure." "Would you tell me… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
Kit, you're forty. You look thirty. You act...well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
