Aren’t those vegetables sexy, Dog?” Grant cooed, trying to hold in laughter. “Sexy, sexy veggies. You two need to go on lots of dates together.

— Jennifer Lane

Black, white, Latino, gay, straight – if any one of them came across a bear in the woods, they’d all taste like chicken.

— Jennifer Lane

Do I have to give you hair torture to get it out of y

— Jennifer Lane

Everyone plays guitar alone, but we can play side by side.

— Jennifer Lane

Feelings are not to be suppressed or fixed — they’re to be acknowledged.

— Jennifer Lane

Friendship is the best kind of ship.

— Jennifer Lane

Grant glanced down at his khaki jacket. Since he’d slipped on the US Navy uniform in Agent Counter’s office, he’d felt a confident swagger possess him. His spine lengthened, and his shoulders retracted. He should’ve been wearing this every day, not the stupid dress shirt and slacks of a lounge singer.

— Jennifer Lane

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—demigod, 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.

— Jennifer Lane

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

— Jennifer Lane

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

— Jennifer Lane