When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- it's a quacking saint." -Della — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
That’s the tricky thing about love. It walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and smells like a duck. But after you sleep with it a month or so, or get dumped at the altar by it, it starts… — 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
