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“unloved, and she now fills every space in her tiny apartment with endangered teens. They don’t have everything they need, but together they have enough. Or so she thinks—until she meets Jameson and glimpses the mysterious something between them that just might mean real love. Jameson, who works as a teen counselor, believes the only way Lily can really help the girls is by certifying as a foster parent and going through the system. But becoming legitimate may mean losing some of the girls to the families who threw them away, and Lily hasn’t worked hard to save the teens only to abandon them now. It seems Jameson”
― House Without Lies
― House Without Lies
“Relief flooded him. He’d passed the biggest hurtle—asserting independence while protecting his relationship with his mother.”
― No Secrets or Lies
― No Secrets or Lies
“thinks—until she meets Jameson and glimpses the mysterious something between them that just might mean real love. Jameson, who works”
― House Without Lies
― House Without Lies
“counselor,”
― House Without Lies
― House Without Lies
“forty minutes?”
― House Without Lies
― House Without Lies
“I want to see you and everyone else.” There were only eight years between us, and we were more sisters now than foster mother and daughter, but”
― Hearts Never Lie
― Hearts Never Lie
“paying for and would be for at least another three years. He greeted her with a wave and a grin that always made people feel he shared their secrets. “I got you Chinese,” he said as he opened the”
― House Without Lies
― House Without Lies
“impossibly thin waist, flaring again for perfect hips. Her delicacy and utter perfection was the kind that inspired poets and started wars between nations—and made me feel completely inadequate. I knew that feeling well. I felt it often in the presence of my mother. “Cort’s got the room ready,” the woman said. She was younger than the others, perhaps in her late twenties, though her dark eyes were far too knowing for true innocence. A chill shuddered in my chest. “Thanks,”
― House Without Lies
― House Without Lies
“You love it there, don’t you?” Bianca said. “I can hear it every time we talk. You finally found your place.” My place, meaning a calling in life, like the one Bianca had felt from the moment she’d picked up a piece of clay at our high school. She’d been confident that I’d find something I could be as passionate about, but it never happened, not even through four years of college and bachelor degrees in biology and chemistry.”
― Hearts Never Lie
― Hearts Never Lie
“I don’t believe it. Come on. I wrestled pigs for you. You can give me one dance.”
― Cowboys Can't Lie
― Cowboys Can't Lie
“some”
― House Without Lies
― House Without Lies
“heal better if you aren’t awake.” Already I struggled to keep my good eye open. Ava stood by the coffin looking in. “Don’t fight it, Erin. You’ll have your answers soon. Sleep,”
― House Without Lies
― House Without Lies
“ground near the Dumpster, which she’d apparently been trying to open to find food. Her numerous cuts were old, but not healing, and a deep”
― House Without Lies
― House Without Lies





