Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Grayson thinks you're some master manipulator. My aunt is convinced you must have Hawthorne blood. But I think you're the old man's final riddle—one last puzzle to be solved." He took another step, bringing the two of us that much closer. "He chose you for a reason, Avery. You're special, and I think he wanted us—wanted me—to figure out why.

She sought Sheffield Grayson out, Avery. The man blamed our family for his nephew's death. He slept with her out of spite. God knows why Skye did it, but I was the result.

What kind of person would I be if I prided myself on being different from other girls?

You're not the type to natter, are you?" David Ames said in response to my silence. I said the first thing that came to mind. "Kind of a sexist way to describe someone talking." He blinked. "You wouldn't describe your grandsons as nattering," I elaborated.

I looked down at my hands, unable to meet her eyes. My wrists were still angry and red. The raw skin looked how I felt.

It occurred to me then to wonder how much Vivvie knew. Telling her—about Ivy, about Kostas, about what had happened to me—seemed insurmountable.

We noemen het "het introvertenbal". - Libby

Are we still tying bows?" Sadie-Grace sounded hopeful as she sat down beside me at the senator's dining room table. "I only have three things in life that I am truly gifted at, and one of them is tying bows." I shoved the basket I was currently working on in her direction. "Have at it." Sadie-Grace studied my work and got very quiet for a moment. "Sawyer," she said morosely, "what did this cellophane wrap ever do to you?

I'm not your penance, Grayson Hawthorne.

You say 'go away', I hear 'wreak havoc by my side.

When did I become the enemy here? I have only ever done what the old man wanted me to do." She spoke like those words were being physically torn out of her. "Do you have any idea what that's cost me?

You have a daughter now," I told him, my voice low. He looked at me, his expression never wavering. "I have two." In the span of a heartbeat, fury gave way to devastation. Tobias Hawthorne the Second wasn't my father. He hadn't raised me. I didn't carry a single drop of his blood. But he'd just called me his daughter.

Sometimes, the hardest thing to be is the one who lives

A very risky gamble.

All I knew was that Skye had been right. Jameson was hungry. And so am I.

Why was punishing yourself more important than what she wanted?

that little bitch hadn't run, I would have put a bullet in her myself. You think I want a dime of your blood money, girl? You think you're family? You hang up that phone. You forget my name. And if you're lucky, I'll make sure this family—this whole town—forgets yours.

from Tattoo- "Push-up Bra Barbie over there wanted to smack you around a little to wake you up

You owe me a favor. - Emilia

Cerulean. Or possible sapphire. Less formal than semi-formal. Cocktail?" "Yes, please," I muttered. "Cocktail attire ," Lily emphasized, shooting a warning look at me,

But after reading even just a couple of my mom's postcards? It was getting harder to ignore Grayson's presence beside me, harder not to think about Jameson. My eyes stung, even though there was zero reason for me to be crying.

The two of us rode in companionable silence until the car pulled into Ivy's drive. Bodie cut the engine, and I reached for the door handle.

I wondered if this was what Pandora had felt like the moment she opened the box.

I don't do vulnerable. It clashes with my bitch aesthetic.