Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a... by Jennifer Estep

Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.

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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.

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Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he... by Jennifer Estep

Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he checked out her boobs.

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They’d played “Sweet Home, Alabama” so many times I wanted to crash the party, kill the radio, and knife whoever was selecting the music.

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The panther prowled around me in a loose, wide circle. Its mouth turned down, almost in a pout, and it seemed disappointed that I wasn't going to run away. Or scream, at the very least. Its tail, which was at least three feet long, twitched back and forth in what seemed to be annoyance. Or maybe anticipation. I didn't know. I'd always been more of a dog person. I cleared my throat, and the panther stopped and flicked up one of its rounded ears. Listening. "Um, nice kitty?

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I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.

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What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.

flower writing animal

Rage filled me at her words - cold, black, unending rage. Whatever happened to me, Mab would not hurt my sister again. She would not.

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Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off. by Jennifer Estep

Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off.

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You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and ki... by Jennifer Estep

You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

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Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood ins... by Jennifer Estep

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

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You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies... by Jennifer Estep

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

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You've got a thing for Donovan Caine. You have ever since you killed Ingles, his partner, and he went all dogged and determined on you.

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Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin. by Jennifer Estep

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

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Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

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

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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.

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There's nothing I can do that's going to drive you away, is there?" I murmured. Owen flashed me a sly grin. "Finally figuring that out, are you? I nodded. His grin deepened. "Well, it sure took you long enough.

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Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really like to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.

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I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.

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Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He... by Jennifer Estep

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

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