The Naturals (The Naturals, #1)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“You’re a Natural profiler,”

OMG I NEED

There will never be another one like the

first.

I also didn’t sleep much, courtesy of the fact that Sloane, who had a dainty little build, also apparently had the nasal passages of an overweight trucker.

“we use the term Unknown Subject—or UNSUB.”

Michael didn’t bat an eye, but I thought Dean might actually throttle Lia.

Michael shrugged. “Sometimes,” he said, “when I’m in a social pickle, I like to ask myself, WWJAD?” I raised an eyebrow, and he explained. “What Would Jane Austen Do?”

If Michael read Jane Austen, I was the heir to the British throne.

“This encryption is pathetic,” Sloane said. “It’s like they want me to hack their files.”

Garcia core

because the next time my lips touch yours, the next time your hands are buried in my hair—the only person you’re going to be thinking about is me.”