John rose to his feet and apologized to Holiday. Her mom seethed. Her dad tried to talk to her seething mom. Holiday tried to touch everyone. Burnett continued to glare green daggers at John, proving how hard it was for… — 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 condemned prisoners moving to their executions. “I’m going to be peeing on a drug test stick every hour,”… — 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
