Gunfire cracked around them. “Just warning shots,” he yelled. “How do you know?” “We’re not dead.

— Brynn Kelly

Her biggest fear was that Flynn would walk away before she could even start to worry about him not coming home.

— Brynn Kelly

He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.

— Brynn Kelly

How do I say 'kiss me' in French?" she whispered." Embrasse moi." Oh yes, even that sounded better in French.

— Brynn Kelly

How good would Flynn be in bed – a real bed, with crisp, clean sheets? She’d seen and handled enough of his body to create a solid mental picture of him naked. Very solid. Honed, strong, with a dusting of blond hair on his tanned chest and maybe a few tattoos. Long muscular legs, a sculpted butt, a narrow waist sliding into a broad back that would undulate under her fingers as he moved against her.

— Brynn Kelly

I don’t believe in happy endings,” Flynn said, spinning Tess and tilting up her chin. “Just happy beginnings.

— Brynn Kelly

I'll shower, then we can go. I smell like a zombie." Hell, if the undead looked like that, bring on the zombie apocalypse.

— Brynn Kelly

I’m quite capable of taking responsibility for my own death.

— Brynn Kelly

I think I've proved that I'm not to be trusted," he said." Then why do I feel safer now that I have in my entire life?"" Because you're just as screwed up as me.

— Brynn Kelly

It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.” “Right after I get my head examined.

— Brynn Kelly