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352 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published May 6, 2014
"I-I stabbed you!"
"Eh." He shrugged his big shoulders. "People get stabbed all the time"
"In what universe?" she demanded incredulously. "Most folks I know get hangnails, not knife wounds." ~ 13% / page 46

Pretty damned pathetic, a little voice whispered at the back of her head, to which she immediately replied, Oh, fuck off.
Because, seriously? If a gal couldn't rely on her own subconscious to have her back, then she couldn't rely on anyone. Hmph. Her inner twelve-year-old crossed her arms and scowled. ~ 16% / page 60
Holy Hell! Byran "Mac" McMillan kissed her. Then grinned. And then he winked. Ok, maybe that knock to the head had been harder then she thought. ~ 11% / page 36
"Yeah, right," Ozzie scoffed. "There's no such thing." "No such thing as aliens, or no such thing as watching too much of the Syfy channel?"
"Well, the second, naturally." The look on Ozzie's face was dubious. "Because of course there's such things as aliens."
"Of course?" Zoelner's lips quirked.
"Yeah. I mean, the universe is a pretty big place, right? And if it's just us, that's an awful waste of space."
"You stole that from Carl Sagan," Zoelner accused.
"No, I didn't. I stole it form the movie Contact. Maybe they stole it from Carl Sagan."
~ 34% / page 122