Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I was born ready!" Xander brandished his shield. He smiled a very Xander Hawthorne smile, then let his bravado falter. "But before we go, group hug?

Toby Hawthorne was a little punk." That was Sheffield again. "No regard for the law, for his own limitations, for anyone but himself.

I wanted to shut myself in my room, collapse on my bed, and figure out what the Hello Kitty had happened that afternoon.

I guess that's what happens," Jameson said, his eyes never leaving mine as his lips curled upward, "when you take a very risky gamble.

Why had the billionaire disinherited his entire family after the fire on Hawthorne Island? Why use his will to point to what had happened there, when he'd apparently paid good money to cover it up?

I won't say I told you so. But let's just take a moment of silence to think about the fact that I was right.

had what could probably have been classified as a book addiction.

was never enough for him. Toby was his favorite, then Skye. I was last, no matter what I did. That was never going to change. He left his fortune to a total stranger rather than leaving it to me. What else could I possibly need to know?

Two," I said now, just as I had then, but this time I couldn't help wondering if Jameson was talking about a different kind of triangle—about him and Grayson and me.

Everything?" Jameson repeated in a rough, low tone that made me think of what the two of us could be doing if I were there with him.

Heads I kiss you, tails you kiss me. Either way, it means something.

Yeah, things happen for a reason, but most of the time that reason isn't fate or because it was predestined. It's because the world sucks, or someone out there is being an asshole.

Perhaps," Aunt Olivia suggested diplomatically, "you should put on some clothes." Apparently, the tailor had finished getting the measurements she needed. Apparently, that wasn't a particularly recent development. Apparently, I'd been standing there in my undergarments for a while. Only about a third as embarrassed as I should have been, I ducked back into the dressing room.

She started the fire. That was the story the press ran with, without coming right out and saying the words. Three promising young men, one troubled young woman. A party that spun out of control. Everything, engulfed in flames. Kaylie was the one the press blamed

The things that haunt us, they make us human.

People who'd always had a family to count on and place to belong couldn't truly understand the draw of that little whisper that said There's someone like you. Someone who wouldn't hold my origins against me.

They were—the four of them—a unit. They were Hawthornes. I wasn't.

The word wrath jumped out at me. I thought about the alcohol and drugs we'd found in Toby's room. I thought about the fire on Hawthorne Island and the way the press had lauded Toby as such an outstanding young man.

Had the old man told his wife that their son was still alive? Had he known—or even suspected—the truth back when this will was written?

Do I even want to know what you're doing in here?" I whirled to face Campbell. "Tampons," I said. Plausible deniability, thy name is feminine hygiene. "I need one." I paused. "Possibly two." Campbell frowned. "Why would you need two ?

I paddled over to Walker's Jet Ski. The lanyard with the key was still attached to the life vest he'd left on the handlebars. I unclipped the lanyard, attached it to my own vest, and threw his to him. "Is it me," Walker asked Lily, "or is your delightful cousin stealing my ride?" "I'm not stealing it," I corrected. "I'm taking it home. Nor our lake house - yours.

I inadvertently overheard some things while my ear was casually pressed to this steel door

Without order, there is chaos. Without order, there is pain. The wheel turns. Lives are forfeit. Seven masters. Seven ways of killing.

Is it still a lie, if you're masking what matters but what you're saying is technically true?