I'm so glad you're back. We need you here. I mean...Burnett's okay, but...he's not you." Holiday arched a brow. "I hear he… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
Friday morning, Kylie, Miranda, and Della, each carting suitcases, walked the trail to meet up with their parents. They walked slowly, like… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
“Go out with me tomorow night," Perry went on. "Let me prove to you that I'm the guy you want." "I...I guess… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
Take some very deep breaths," Miranda said. "Relax. Concentrate. Then envision a frosty six-pack and wiggle your pinky." A frosty six-pack. Kylie… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
I think he likes you" Miranda Whispered. Realizing she and Derek had drawn attention, she glanced away. "He's probably just curious about… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
When one door closes, find another." Kylie gazed back up. "And what if there isn't another door?" "Then you try the window." "And if… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
“Burnett let out a low growl and motioned for the agent to leave. Then he glanced back at Miranda. "How were you able to… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
I love you," he said, his voice almost musical with happiness. She shot him a scowl. "Isn't saying that a bit dangerous considering these… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
“You'd better be careful, they are going to revoke your vampire license if you get any more romantic and mushy." "Don't worry," Burnett said,… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
Thanks, but that's not going to fix anything. It's like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound. — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
“But I can tell you this, Mr. James, I refuse to be treated with disrespect." "Disrespect?" Burnett growled. And then everything went to hell.… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
John rose to his feet and apologized to Holiday. Her mom seethed. Her dad tried to talk to her seething mom. Holiday tried to… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
I missed you all my life,” Kylie said. “I didn’t know I missed you, but I know it now. You were supposed to be… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
...Our heats want the good to win. We're still afraid, we still make mistakes, but if we listen to what our hearts want, we… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
“You couldn't stop staring at his butt the other day." Della's mouth dropped open and she rolled her eyes. "You are so wrong." She… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
“How was it Holiday put it? Just because crap pops in here- Holiday had tapped her temple-doesn't mean crap has to pop out here.… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
She cut her eyes to the woods and whispered, "We're not alone, remember?" "I don't care who hears it. I love you!" His voice… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
