If only Paris and the Harpies had gotten along. But Promiscuity had taken one look at the beautiful women and deemed them “too much effort. — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
He reclined on a delightfully cushioned lounge in the sprawling ranch Paris had rented. In Dallas, Texas, of all places. Promiscuity had decked himself out, too, wearing a Stetson (weird), no shirt (understandable), unfastened jeans (smart) and cowboy boots (weird… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
“Justin took off in a run. Frosty and Bronx, too. It wasn’t long before Frosty was carrying Kat, Bronx was carrying Reeve and Justin… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
You are such a chick.” I widened my eyes in mock surprise. “No way. Are you sure? — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
Girl, he wants to dip you in Frosted Flakes and have you for breakfast. That's his favorite cereal, by the way." I...had no words… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
I'm not sure why we want each other," she grumbled. "Nor am I, but the fact remains that we do want each other." "Maybe… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
“Are you gonna kill me?" the kid asked. Kid definitely didn't know who he was. There would be fawning. Wait. He looked that scary?… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
She stood, squared her shoulders. “We’ll do it. Together.” And then she did something that shocked them both. She rose on her tiptoes and… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
To you I belong.My heart beats only for you.No other will tempt me,from this day and beyond.To you I belong. — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
I’m not trying to—What do teenagers say nowadays?” he asked my grandmother.“Get all up in her biznez,” Nana said.Without cracking a smile.“That’s right,” he… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
“For a moment, Strider almost forgot how pissed he was with Amun and Haidee as he savored the fact that he'd just cock-blocked the… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
If all we've got to look forward to is disloyalty and treachery, why do we even make friends?" "Again, human nature. Hoping for the… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
“He grunted, then he howled. I guess vinaigrette burns. Ha! I controlled the urge to grin. I leaped atop the dark, glossy table surface—and… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after. — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
