“Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble. "Amy?" Oh, God. It was Amy. "Get away from her," Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan like a club. Both men stopped. Glanced at her. Glanced at each other over Amy's head. "What?" The biggest one grunted out a surly laugh. "Or you'll souffle us?" Okay. She was definitely going after him first.” MenWayFirstsTwoBodyBehindsLaughingSawsTreeDangerousFiguresTypeOkayFortuneSoldierClubsIronGet AwayAmyTrunksSlimRubblePetiteSurlyTree TrunksSouffle Author:Cindy Gerard
“Here's the deal. I get to marry you. You get to become a Garrett - although, considering what you're marrying into, I'm not certain that's much of an incentive." Dallas to Amy” CertainDealsConsideringIncentivesMarryingAmyDallas Author:Cindy Gerard
“Amy sat back and grinned. "You just smiled." That was definitely something else she could get used to. Of course, he frowned immediately. "I smile.” UsedCoursesSatAmyI Smile Book:Into the Dark Source: Into the Dark
“Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They're mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine. "Mine," he repeated when she sighed heavily. "No one else's." Silence. Only the warm wetness of her tears dampening his shirt. It broke his heart.” HeartChoicesDecisionSilenceTearsMinesConsequenceWarmBrokeShirtsAmyListen To MeWetness Author:Cindy Gerard
