Jennifer Lane > Quotes

“There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.”
― Jennifer Lane, Blocked

“Vladimir leaned forward. “Never dilute vodka. Is sin.”
― Jennifer Lane, On Best Behavior

“To embrace love, we risk heartbreak. To resist love, we risk emptiness.”
― Jennifer Lane, Aced

“Friendship is the best kind of ship.”
― Jennifer Lane, Streamline

“So on a scale of one to Adele, how bad was this breakup?”
― Jennifer Lane, Aced

“He took it out like a sprinter, and brought it home like a distance swimmer.”
― Jennifer Lane, Streamline

“Two did not become one, but rather two came together—each one strong, healthy, and resilient, making the whole steadfast and true. They didn’t lose themselves in each other, but found themselves in each other instead.”
― Jennifer Lane, Bad Behavior

“Roger said, 'I don't know about having a shrink around all the time. Are you analyzing me right now?'
Sophie rolled her eyes. 'How original. No, I'm not analyzing you. It'd take a whole team of shrinks to figure out your crazy ass, and I simply don't have the time or energy.”
― Jennifer Lane

“Feelings are not to be suppressed or fixed — they’re to be acknowledged.”
― Jennifer Lane, Spiked

“He pulled her toward him and gathered her in his arms as his hand lovingly cradled the back of her neck. She stopped breathing as he leaned down—ohmigod, the Adonis was about to kiss her—and planted the softest, most sensual kiss on her lips.

Time stood still on the busy Chicago street.”
― Jennifer Lane, With Good Behavior

“Suppressing feelings gives them more power.”
― Jennifer Lane, Blocked

“Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I’m on parole, that I’m not really free.”
― Jennifer Lane, Bad Behavior

“Black, white, Latino, gay, straight – if any one of them came across a bear in the woods, they’d all taste like chicken.”
― Jennifer Lane, Aced

“Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie’s words.

“You’re not like them. You’re my McSailor.”

A soft touch made him smile, thinking of Bonnie, before he realized it was Innochka’s hand stroking his face. The touch of a mobster’s girlfriend. He leaped back, still crouched on his feet.”
― Jennifer Lane, On Best Behavior

“Lucia opened the door. "They say not to discuss politics and religion on the first date."

“Well, then.” I gave her a huge smile. “We’re screwed.”
― Jennifer Lane, Blocked

“Grant glanced down at his khaki jacket. Since he’d slipped on the US Navy uniform in Agent Bounter’s office, he’d felt a confident swagger possess him. His spine lengthened, and his shoulders retracted. He should’ve been wearing this every day, not the stupid dress shirt and slacks of a lounge singer.”
― Jennifer Lane, On Best Behavior

“Um, h-h-hi,” Sophie stammered, closing the door behind her. Meeting her gaze were crystal eyes like blue shards of glass.”
― Jennifer Lane, With Good Behavior

“I’m glad I went to prison," Grant rasped in Sophie’s ear, so quietly only she could hear. "Because then I found you.”
― Jennifer Lane, Bad Behavior

“Leo leaned forward and met her soft lips. Their first underwater kiss created bubbles that floated lazily to the surface. Audrey ran her fingers through his coarse hair, and they lingered until his lungs were bursting.”
― Jennifer Lane, Streamline

“Speaking of banging, when’s McSailor getting home?” Kirsten’s smirk was the size of Texas.

Sophie had to smile. “Crude. You’re crude, roomie.”
― Jennifer Lane, On Best Behavior

“Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don’t know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but you’re staying right here.”
― Jennifer Lane, Bad Behavior

“Aren’t those vegetables sexy, Rog?” Grant cooed, trying to hold in laughter. “Sexy, sexy veggies. You two need to go on lots of dates together.”
― Jennifer Lane, With Good Behavior

“His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town.”
― Jennifer Lane, Bad Behavior

“Takin’ it to ISIS, man!” Blue Jacket thumped his chest twice, and I read the saying on his shirt: Turning ISIS into WASWAS.”
― Jennifer Lane, Spiked

“I met Ana doing free weights,” Roger said. “This hard-body señorita was putting me to shame on squats, and I asked her how she got such a tight ass —”

“And then she decked you.”

“Nah, she loved it! She’s real proud of that butt — she should be. She took me to one of her classes, and I got hooked. She’s a Zumba instructor.”

Grant absorbed that information for a moment. “You do...Zumba?”

“It’s great! Much more fun than PT. You just get going...” He did a little two-step maneuver on the city street, dancing to an unknown Latin beat. “Cha cha cha. Heeuh? Ana does this a little better than me...”

Grant tried to hold it in. He really did. But his body quivered, his shoulders shook, and soon a whooping laugh erupted — which lasted quite a few seconds.

Roger abruptly stopped his dance. “You judge, Madsen. Not cool.”
― Jennifer Lane, On Best Behavior

“Everyone plays guitar alone, but we can play side by side.”
― Jennifer Lane, Spiked

“My dad will win, I silently countered, even as I smiled sweetly. I couldn’t wait to spike the ball right through her block, no matter how tall she was. In health class we’d learned that if Barbie were human, she’d be six feet tall and weigh one hundred pounds, and Gisele seemed pretty close to those dimensions. By contrast, my doll representation would be more like Barbie’s Fat Mexican-American Republican sidekick.”
― Jennifer Lane, Blocked

“Do I have to give you hair torture to get it out of you?”

What is that? From the light in her eyes and the jaunty uptick of her mouth, I had a sense it would be pleasurable. “Do what you must.”

In a dash, she pinned my wrists above my head. Her head dipped and her thick hair engulfed me, sweeping across my face and filling my mouth. “Nooo!” I half-heartedly pressed against her hold.

“Give it up, Dane.” I could hear the laughter in her voice.

“Never!” I thrashed my head from side to side, trying to breathe through the black curtain blinding and drowning me. “You’re killing me!”

“Jeez, you take this even worse than Matty.”

I groaned. “With a sister like you, I feel sorry for him.”

There was a sharp rap on the door. “Are you okay in there?” China asked.

Lucia glanced at me, and we both cracked up.”
― Jennifer Lane, Blocked

“Okay, I’ve got the hidden microphones with GPS here,” Agent Bounter said. “Let’s get one on you.”

“Now, sir?”


“The Russians are on the radar. It’s time.”

As Bounter turned to pick up the tiny button-size microphone, Grant clenched his hands into fists, his anticipation building.

It’s time.”
― Jennifer Lane, On Best Behavior

“I took a deep breath to steady my racing pulse, and his spicy scent wafted over me. He stood so close that I could feel his warmth. His presence overwhelmed me, sent trembles down my spine into my legs. Without thinking, I lunged for his sweater and pulled him to me. I noticed the shock in his eyes just before I tilted up to press my lips to his.”
― Jennifer Lane, Aced