“His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I’m on parole, that I’m not really free.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Speaking of banging, when’s McSailor getting home?” Kirsten’s smirk was the size of Texas. Sophie had to smile. “Crude. You’re crude, roomie.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don’t know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“He pulled her toward him and gathered her in his arms as his hand lovingly cradled the back of her neck. She… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Um, h-h-hi,” Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“I’m glad I went to prison," Grant rasped in Sophie’s ear, so quietly only she could hear. "Because then I found you.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
