254 Quotes by Katherine McIntyre

The blood staining Ellie Whitfield’s hands was as good a reason as any to run from the mutton shunters.

Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.

With her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, she looked softer, like she’d been painted in watercolors. Seeing Roxie like this didn’t help tamp the flutter in her chest even a little bit.

Mel’s grin widened. “A gorgeous woman hurling herself at me? Talk about the stuff fantasies are made of.

The doubts ached in my bones like the deadening crawl of an icy night, and my gun trembled from my unsteady arm.

Like a firework, a person’s life flashed brightest right before expiration.

Besides, Vegas was tits straining out of a low-cut top and mascara thick enough to smear.

We’d never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.

This close, she could feel the woman’s sleepy heat, and the sweet scent of peaches wafted off her. Sky’s mouth watered—the response instinctual.