Quotes from Jennifer Estep

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

What was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.

That's hard core, Gin," Finn replied. "Very hard core. Kind of kinky too." A grim smile tightened my lips. "That's me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

Oh yes. You've caught me. I confess. My sole purpose in life is to gleefully, willfully, maniacally destroy all of your precious chrome babies.

It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.

I'm going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.

Finn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health.

One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.

You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.