“ In sum, every pore of his being oozed one thing…okay, FINE. Every pore oozed two things. The first was irrelevant. The second was dangerous. G.S. Jennsen
“ In the space of a breath he had crossed the distance separating them and spun her around into a vise grip from behind. Somehow, the gun was out of her hand and in his. He locked her arms between them… G.S. Jennsen
“ We don’t get to choose what happens to us—but we always get to choose how we react to it. G.S. Jennsen
“ Her pulse raced, pounding in her ears above the howling wind. A wave of dizziness crashed over her with the rapid flood of adrenaline. She gasped in a breath. “Don’t let go. G.S. Jennsen
