But I'd much rather face a dozen assassins like LaFleur any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my feelings.

Jennifer Estep

Categorized in : Night Feelings Assassins

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgment... by Jennifer Estep

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

assumption men two

I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as grac... by Jennifer Estep

I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.

assassins next might

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, bu... by Jennifer Estep

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

adequate jealous done

You picked that out?” Caine asked. “That pink, plastic toy?” I turned to look at him. “I happen to have been a little girl, once upon a time, detective. I know what they like. Every little girl wants to be a princess.” A thoughtful frown overcame the angry tension on Caine’s rugged face. “And what happens when they grow up?” I thought of my mother and sisters and all the horrors that had happened the day they’d died. A bitter laugh escaped from my tight lips. “Then they just want to be little girls again.

growing-up girl mother

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now... by Jennifer Estep

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

toothpicks bleeding call-me

Can you play the piano like Beethoven? Or sing like Carly Simon? Can you take fie pages' worth of quotes and turn them into a usable story ten minutes before deadline? I don't think so, unless you have more hidden talents I don't know about. We all have our special sills. They don't make us better or worse than each other. Just different

karma piano thinking

Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.

knives black cutting

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.

jealous band challenges

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for wea... by Jennifer Estep

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

weakness men two

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat. by Jennifer Estep

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

easier killing people

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with... by Jennifer Estep

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

guy eye kind

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-... by Jennifer Estep

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

peaceful car ties

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.

carousels novelty want

Donovan Caine wanted me, but he wasn't strong enough to accept me. Not my past, not my strength, not the woman I was. Bitter disappointment filled me, replacing my rage, but I forced myself to ask the final question I wanted an answer to.

strong disappointment past

Moonlight slipped in through the lace curtains, slicing everything with its sliver cracks. That's how I felt right now - cold and cracked and hollow and empty.

lace cold cracks

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.

spring talking men

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.

cat running dirty

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond

aston-martin body running

What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero by Jennifer Estep

What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero

my-hero hero

This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I’m multitasking.” The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.

knives food thinking