“The bourbon goes into the recipe, Miss Connor, not into you,” he’d said from directly behind me. He had a way of doing that, catching me in the act. I suppose the number of times I screwed up made me… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“The bourbon goes into the recipe, Miss Connor, not into you,” he’d said from directly behind me. He had a way of doing that,… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“The truth is I’m a chicken shit coward who’s afraid of a girl like you. When I’m with you, I want things I never… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“Her brother really was devastatingly handsome in a disheveled, wise-ass sort of way. Females followed him around like he was the Pied Piper of… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“What is the perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich, exactly?” Tess asked, pursing her lips. Erin knew it was her attempt at making light… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“Erin’s throat closed up a little. “We slept together after knowing each other for three hours,” she whispered. “Why are you whispering? There’s no… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“You don’t like my restaurant, Miss Connor?” “I couldn’t say since the waiting list to get in is six months long.” One side of… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
“She's a big girl, Syd, and Deke is not an ogre. He doesn't eat little pixies for breakfast and pick his teeth with their… — Jenny Lyn Copy Share Image
