Wait a minute. You expect me to stay overnight in a house with four single men? Sean grinned. We're perfect gentlemen, Kim. Everyone knows that. Don't let us worry you. I'm not worried about my reputation, I'm worried about the… — 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… — Jennifer Ashley Copy Share Image
