5 Quotes by Tiffany A. Snow

Erik got to his feet, aware of her watching him, and tried not to preen at the frank admiration in her eyes. Preening was not manly.

He was an FBI agent. She was a wanted fugitive. To think the would be together was like saying maybe a shark could go vegetarian. It just wasn't going to happen.

So what do you do for sex? Just one-night stands? Or do you play a lot of five-on-one?" -- Clarissa

It would be too easy to become infatuated with a man like him, and also decidedly unwise considering the female debris left in his wake.

You have to tell him ‘go toodles, Bits, go toodles for momma,’” I said, pitching my voice high in imitation, “or else he won’t go.” Blane looked at me. “I’m not doing that,” he said flatly. “But then he’ll go on the bed,” I protested. “How about I just point my gun at him,” he deadpanned.