Shanda Sharlow

“Jenni spared a moment to shake her head, before following after. “So you do it.”Max gave her a sidelong glance. “Some are born to coach, some are born to do. Some of us didn't have a good soldier and a benevolent nurse to back up our sparkling smile.”“I do not sparkle. You are to shoot me if I ever sparkle.”

“Alright. You hate me, I'm not too fond of you. It's mutual..." he muttered, walking hesitantly toward the stallion, hand outstretched, "I know you want to bite my hand off, but I swear I have no carrots, so you have no excuse. You want to throw me when I get on you...but if you even try, I will stab you.”