Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

A person couldn't be worthy of billions. It wasn't possible—not for anyone, and definitely not for me.

This was a different Eve. Gone were the layers of self-protection, the vulnerability, the raw emotion—all of it. "You helped Blake abduct Toby, didn't you?" I said, certainty washing over me like a wave of heat. "I wouldn't have had to," Eve replied, her tone smooth and hard, "if Toby had opened up. If he'd just agreed to bring me here. But he wouldn't.

Girlfriend number seventeen," Asher replied. "Before Sophie and after Sarah." "You'd had seventeen girlfriends by the time you were fourteen?" I asked. "The ladies, he replied with a shrug. They love me. It's because I'm so charming." "You're balancing on one leg on the roof of a chapel. You're not charming. You're an idiot.

Walking in heels while wearing a ball gown was, as it turned out, more difficult than finagling an invitation to a state dinner.

What about what other people deserve?" I asked vehemently. "Did my mother deserve to die without you there? Did she deserve to spend my entire life in love with a ghost?" "Hannah deserved the world." "So why didn't you give it to her?" I asked. "Why was punishing yourself more important than what she wanted?

Because this was our game - yours and mine - before it was anyone else's. Because when you and I kiss, you feel it, the same way I do.

Everyone had things they found inexplicably attractive. Apparently, for me it was suit-wearing, silver-eyed guys using the word 'empirically' and taking for granted that I knew what it meant.

Before, I liked cars, yachts, a door locked from the inside, and you. :)

Your grandfather was a piece of work," I told Xander. He picked up a fourth scone. "I agree. In his honor, I eat this scone." He did just that.

Bodie's phone rang. Ivy. I knew it was her, the way you know the protagonist of a horror movie really shouldn't go down into that basement. Bodie took the call, then nodded at me to go back inside.

What fun is it playing by other people's rules?

Actively hating your newfound popularity with a fiery passion can really take a lot out off you

That was the first time I'd said that last bit out loud. Toby Hawthorne loved my mother. She loved him. It had been an epic, seaside kind of love. Literally. Just knowing that made me feel like I'd been lying to myself every time I'd pretended that I didn't have feelings, that things didn't have to be messy.

Toby wasn't an idiot." Jameson's expression was sharp. "Unless this was some kind of suicide pact, he would have had a contingency plan to make sure that he and his friends weren't caught in the flames.

Things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.

By the time I'm done," I said, "that picture will win you this election." ... There was a long moment of silence, and then Emilia tossed her ponytail over her shoulders. "There's no way you're that good." I smiled. "Try me.

And then she was gone, disappearing into the nearby stacks like a rabbit taking to its hole, and he was left with a computer he didn't know how to use, words he could barely read, and the knowledge that he wasn't just a killer. Most of the time, he was a pretty poor excuse for a person, too.

Oh God, Tessie... That is my daughter... And the next person who tries to get between my and my daughter is going to rue their existence on this earth... Every secret you've been keeping will find its way out. Every decision you make will be questioned. You will be audited, investigated, and transferred to the most hellish nightmare of a desk job I can find. Now, get out of my way. - Ivy

Penny for your thoughts," she commented as she ran a hand over my dress, smoothing the fabric. "A penny won't buy you much these days," I told Lily as she zipped me. "Thought inflation.

But this... us..." He swallowed. "It can't happen, Avery. I've seen the way Jameson looks at you.

You're honorable, Avery Kylie Grambs. Once you were with me, you were with me. You love me, scars and all. I know that, Heiress. I do.

Her name was Emily," he repeated. "And she wasn't just a girl.

Oh God. I'm jealous of farts.

I sunk into velvety nothingness. It caressed my skin, lapped at my temples, the nape of my neck. It circled me like smoke, its touch light, but all consuming. And just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard the voice. 'Hello, Kali. I'm Zev.