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“Too young to party, just old enough to participate in federal investigations of serial murder.” Lia let out an elaborate sigh. “Story of my life.”
Lol, I didn’t really laugh out loud, but it’s humorous
“Fair warning.” Lia eyed Dean and me before turning back to Judd. “If you make me go up to the suite right now, there’s a very good chance that I will give a full-length performance of The Ballad of Cassie and Dean. Complete with musical numbers.”
These two characters are amazing and perfectly balance out the others’ more serious tones throughout the book. They are perfect comic relief.
“And there is a very good chance,” Michael added, “that I will be forced to accompany those musical numbers with a stunning display of interpretive dance.”
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You took her with you. I’d always known that my mother’s killer had removed her from the room. Whether she was alive or dead when he’d done so, the police hadn’t been able to say, though they’d known from day one that she’d lost enough blood that her chances of survival were next to nonexistent. You took her because you needed her with you. You couldn’t leave her behind for someone else to bury.
Curious… here she is assuming the killer is a “he”…
Better to make someone reject you, I thought, understanding more than I wanted to, than to let them do it on their own.
How is she this smart? Like I could never come up with this thought process…. It’s crazy! It’s relatable.
“You hacked the FBI?” I said incredulously. “And Interpol,” Sloane replied brightly. “And you’ll never guess what I found.” Security holes that the world’s most elite crime-solving agencies seriously need to patch?
🤣🤣🤣💥
“The dates match?” he asked her. Sloane nodded, and once she started, she couldn’t stop nodding. “I wish they didn’t,” she said fiercely. “I wish I’d never seen it. I wish—” “Don’t,” Judd told her sharply. “Don’t you ever apologize for being what you are.”
Wowwwwww this is intense and making my eyes water
“Sloane?” Michael asked. It was indicative of his personality that he rationed her caffeine intake, but didn’t bat an eye at the thought of offering her hard liquor. “In Alaska, you can be criminally prosecuted for feeding alcohol to a moose.” “I’m going to take that as a no,” Michael said.
THE COMEDIC RELIEF 🥲 😝😝😝
“Luckily for us,” Michael replied airily, “I’ve never met a bad idea I did not immediately embrace like the dearest of friends.”
What writing style is this? I love its playfulness
Exhaustion wore at me, like the elements biting at a body as it decomposed.
This simile works so well in this plot
You walk with purpose. You sidle up behind number five. You catch him in a chokehold and press the blade to his throat. And then you start to slice.
I’m on the edge of my seat
“Hypothetically speaking,” Lia said to Judd, “if Sloane were hacking the Majesty’s security feed, would you want to know?” Judd looked at Sloane for several seconds. Then he walked over to her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She won’t stop. She can’t. You know that. His mouth set into a firm line, Judd turned back to Lia. “No,” he grunted. “If Sloane were illegally hacking her father’s casino, I would not want to know.” Then he glanced back at Dean and Michael and me. “But, hypothetically speaking, what can I do to help?”
These three paragraphs are perfect. How did the author do this?
