“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
“My dad will win, I silently countered, even as I smiled sweetly. I couldn’t wait to spike the ball right through her block, no… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Roger said, 'I don't know about having a shrink around all the time. Are you analyzing me right now?' Sophie rolled her eyes. 'How… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Do I have to give you hair torture to get it out of you?” What is that ? From the light in her eyes… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.” — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Aren’t those vegetables sexy, Rog?” Grant cooed, trying to hold in laughter. “Sexy, sexy veggies. You two need to go on lots of dates… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“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
“I met Ana doing free weights,” Roger said. “This hard-body señorita was putting me to shame on squats, and I asked her how she… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Two did not become one, but rather two came together—each one strong, healthy, and resilient, making the whole steadfast and true. They didn’t lose… — 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 no different… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
“Okay, I’ve got the hidden microphones with GPS here,” Agent Bounter said. “Let’s get one on you.” “Now, sir?” “The Russians are on the… — Jennifer Lane Copy Share Image
