Jennifer Lane Quotes

Her hand skimmed my jaw, almost lifting me off my seat. We gazed at each other for minutes or hours - I couldn't tell for sure. She kept coming closer, and when her lips met mine, the buoyant sensation intensified. My eyes closed as I rode the waves of her sweet kisses. We swam in a sea of gold, with no anchors, no land in sight. I clutched her waist as I deepened her kiss. I wanted to float here forever.

Um, h-h-hi, Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass.

My dad will win, I silently countered, even as I smiled sweetly. I couldn't wait to spike the ball right through her block, no matter how tall she was. In health class we'd learned that if Barbie were human, she'd be six feet tall and weigh one hundred pounds, and Gisele seemed pretty close to those dimensions. By contrast, my doll representation would be more like Barbie's Fat Mexican-American Republican sidekick.

Aren't those vegetables sexy, Rog?" Grant cooed, trying to hold in laughter. "Sexy, sexy veggies. You two need to go on lots of dates together.

Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie's words.
"You're not like them. You're my McSailor."
A soft touch made him smile, thinking of Bonnie, before he realized it was Innochka's hand stroking his face. The touch of a mobster's girlfriend. He leaped back, still crouched on his feet.

He took it out like a sprinter, and brought it home like a distance swimmer.

Do I have to give you hair torture to get it out of you?"
What is that? From the light in her eyes and the jaunty uptick of her mouth, I had a sense it would be pleasurable. "Do what you must."
In a dash, she pinned my wrists above my head. Her head dipped and her thick hair engulfed me, sweeping across my face and filling my mouth. "Nooo!" I half-heartedly pressed against her hold.
"Give it up, Dane." I could hear the laughter in her voice.
"Never!" I thrashed my head from side to side, trying to breathe through the black curtain blinding and drowning me. "You're killing me!"
"Jeez, you take this even worse than Matty."
I groaned. "With a sister like you, I feel sorry for him."
There was a sharp rap on the door. "Are you okay in there?" China asked.
Lucia glanced at me, and we both cracked up.

Lucia opened the door. "They say not to discuss politics and religion on the first date."
"Well, then." I gave her a huge smile. "We're screwed.

Speaking of banging, when's McSailor getting home?" Kirsten's smirk was the size of Texas.
Sophie had to smile. "Crude. You're crude, roomie.

Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don't know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but you're staying right here.

He pulled her toward him and gathered her in his arms as his hand lovingly cradled the back of her neck. She stopped breathing as he leaned down - ohmigod, the Adonis was about to kiss her - and planted the softest, most sensual kiss on her lips.
Time stood still on the busy Chicago street.

Friendship is the best kind of ship.

I'm glad I went to prison," Grant rasped in Sophie's ear, so quietly only she could hear. "Because then I found you.

To embrace love, we risk heartbreak. To resist love, we risk emptiness.

Leo leaned forward and met her soft lips. Their first underwater kiss created bubbles that floated lazily to the surface. Audrey ran her fingers through his coarse hair, and they lingered until his lungs were bursting.

Okay, I've got the hidden microphones with GPS here," Agent Bounter said. "Let's get one on you."

"Now, sir?"


"The Russians are on the radar. It's time."

As Bounter turned to pick up the tiny button-size microphone, Grant clenched his hands into fists, his anticipation building.

It's time.

Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I'm on parole, that I'm not really free.

Takin' it to ISIS, man!" Blue Jacket thumped his chest twice, and I read the saying on his shirt: Turning ISIS into WASWAS.

Vladimir leaned forward. Never dilute vodka. Is sin.

There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.

Suppressing feelings gives them more power.

Feelings are not to be suppressed or fixed - they're to be acknowledged.