“You are still the creator of your own destiny. Don't overlook the journey.” — Jennifer Shirk Bliss Copy Share Image
“Jack had a way of sneaking up on her, like a cold or...a chin hair.” — Jennifer Shirk Bliss Copy Share Image
“Sorry, Sam, but I call 'em like see 'em. When you hire a nanny for the kids, you hire Mrs. Doubtfire. When… — Jennifer Shirk Romance novel Copy Share Image
“Ta-ta?” she asked Jack, once Jessica was out of earshot. “I can't believe you went out with a woman who uses that… — Jennifer Shirk Humor-books Copy Share Image
“Careful,” he chided with a grin. “First you talk marriage and now you're telling me what to eat. You're sounding more and… — Jennifer Shirk Every day Copy Share Image
“B-but I saw my pantyhose on your lampshade.” Damon’s face colored, and he had the decency to look slightly guilty. “Right. There… — Jennifer Shirk Romance-novels Copy Share Image
“Sunny laughed. "It's okay. You're right, Emma. My name is unusual, but I like to think of it as... special also." Special?… — Jennifer Shirk Romance Copy Share Image
“You snore.” She stopped in the middle of the hallway and gaped. “I do not.” “Oh yeah, you do.” He nodded, beaming… — Jennifer Shirk Humor Copy Share Image
“You know, typically a nickname is shorter than the given name.” “Is it?” he asked in mock seriousness. “Oh. Well, tell you… — Jennifer Shirk Contemporary-romance Copy Share Image
“Arrr, shiver me timbers,” he said in an exaggerated pirate twang. He winked his uncovered eye and hooked his thumbs in his… — Jennifer Shirk Contemporary-romance Copy Share Image
“Georgie?” He reached out with both hands to steady her—and himself. His mind had trouble focusing. He couldn’t believe Georgie was actually… — Jennifer Shirk Psychology Copy Share Image
“Wait a minute,” Sandra said, sounding skeptical. “You were really stuck?” Things were starting to get worse. Her mouth dropped open and… — Jennifer Shirk Laugh Copy Share Image
“Stalking?” Brad made a face, drawing back as if he’d been asked to host a Pampered Chef party. “I didn’t say anything… — Jennifer Shirk Romantic comedy Copy Share Image
“Mr. St.— I mean, Mr. Da— I mean Damon,” she said, quickly standing. She banged her knee against her desk drawer and… — Jennifer Shirk Damon Copy Share Image
“Special. Cute. Friends. He wished she'd just cut his testicles off and be done with it already. Depending on the next adjective… — Jennifer Shirk Love Copy Share Image
