The Naturals (The Naturals, #1)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I managed to keep from adding pervert to the end of that sentence, but only just.

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If this guy had an inner Boy Scout, I had an inner flamingo.

And i have an inner crocodile

few students who were being trained to analyze crime scenes, pore over witness testimony, and track serial killers. What trouble could we possibly get into?

Ikr

“Anything happens to her,” she told Michael, “this family—we know how to dispose of a body.”

Thats concerning

who were convicted of killing five people and made a cozy little quilt out of their clothes.

Thats mad

“People with red hair require roughly twenty percent more anesthesia to undergo surgery, and they’re significantly more likely to wake up on the table.”

Thats creepy...

Dark blond hair

Ew

mint-chocolate-chip ice cream

Yum

Locke met my gaze. “You.”

So shes trying to be in the killers footsteps

statistically, a psychopath is more likely to end up as a CEO than a serial killer.”

Damn

His eyes softened. His lips parted, like there was something he wanted to say.

Woah

“I don’t get jealous,” Michael said. “I get even.”

Giggling internatll

“Ninety percent of all serial killers are male.” Sloane announced her presence, then walked up to join us. “Seventy-six percent are American, with a substantial percentage of serial murders concentrated in California, Texas, New York, and Illinois. The vast majority of serial killers are Caucasian, and over eighty-nine percent of victims of serial crimes are Caucasian as well.”

This is why i choose the bear

Michael reached out to push my wet hair out of my face. “If Lia had dared you to kiss me, would you have done it?”

I wouldve

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?”

Cute

Not to obsess over the fact that I’ve kissed more boys in the past week than I have in my entire life,

Its giving bellyn skye

“Remind me never to ask you for a favor again.”

Fuck you lia

Blowing stuff up was surprisingly therapeutic.

Let me join pls

“I’m saying this killer has a very specific type: people who resemble my mother.”

Thats insane

Ambidextrous is a good one. Less than point-five percent of the words in the English language contain all five vowels.”

Cool

You put the card on top of the package. You scrawl her name on the outside, each letter a labor of love. C-A-S-S-I-E.

Thats insane

Nestled in the tissue paper was a lock of red hair.

What the fuck

Briggs actually jumped.

I wouldve done that

“Balloonists are more likely than other circus performers to suffer from subconjunctival hemorrhages.”

damn

If looks could kill, Lia would have been dead on the floor, and I would have been on trial for murder.

Real

She’s not Lorelai. She’s not Cassie.

so he did kill lorelai

“But I think you might be looking for a theater.”

Thats insane

Sloane slipped an arm around my waist. “There are fourteen varieties of hugs,” she said. “This is one of them.”

I love her icl

This was Michael and me—and Dean was standing in the doorway.

Oh dean the abnormally tall minion

You can’t lose Cassie. You won’t. You’ll love her, or you’ll kill her, but either way, she’s going to be yours.

Wait is the killer Dean or Micheal?

Michael was here. Michael had a gun. The UNSUB had a source on the inside. No.

What the flying fuck is happening

He was aiming at Special Agent Lacey Locke.

WHAT

Her eyes met mine. They widened. A gunshot went off. Then two, then three, four, five. And my aunt Lacey fell to the floor, her body splayed out next to Genevieve. Dead.

NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED

ten and sixteen,

Thats mine and my susters age difference

“Rawrrrrr.” Lia made a scratching motion. “Somebody’s finally growing claws.” “Yeah,” I said dryly. “I love you, too.”

Its giving bsf core

But something about the curve of his lips was more intimate than any touch. “A lot has happened. You have a lot to figure out. I can be a patient man, Colorado. A devastatingly handsome, roguishly scarred, heartbreakingly courageous, patient man.” I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “So take whatever time you need. Figure out how you feel. Figure out if Dean makes you feel the way I do, if he’ll ever let you in, and if you want him to, 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.”

GIGGLING AND KICKING MYVFEET