What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“The old man stared at me with his bright green eyes. “You’re Gin Blanco, Genevieve Snow, and the Spider all rolled into one. You… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Oh yes. You’ve caught me. I confess. My sole purpose in life is to gleefully, willfully, maniacally destroy all of your precious chrome babies. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“It had been a long night already, and now here I was, locked in another fight to the death. Sometimes it just didn't pay… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
You've got a thing for Donovan Caine. You have ever since you killed Ingles, his partner, and he went all dogged and determined on… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
