Quotes from J.R. Ward

Tohr laughed softly. Yeah, I'm not much for the emotive crap either-Ouch! Wellsie, what the he*l?

With that, he pushed his way out...and as the door eased shut, she realized I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase. Actions did mean more than words.

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mothership called

It's all right Vishous she said It's going to be all right. I do not crave this. But he needed it before he became a danger to himself and others. I know. And I love you, too. You are a blessing beyond measure, He pronounced in the Old Language. And then he bowed to her and turned away. -Marissa and Vishous

I'm sorry, Butch croaked. Oh God, I'm so sorry... V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. It's okay, He said roughly. It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing...

Because my patient just sat herself up--and I'm not talking about her raising her torso off the damn pillows. I wasn't there when she did it and I need to see how it happened. Red Sox seemed to stop breathing. What...I'm sorry. What the fuck are you saying. Do I need to reenact it in charades or some shit? I'll pass on that--I so don't need you on your knees in front of me with only a towel on. Which makes two of us. Wait, are you serious? Yeah. I'm really not interested in blowing you, either.

Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't know it went past the pain-in-the-ass part.

Wait, Butch said, thinking about the glymera. Marissa's mated now, right? I mean, even if I die, she will have had a mate right? Death wish, V said under his breath. Fucking Death Wish Boy we got over here. The Scribe Virgin seemed flat-out amazed I should kill you now.

he knew on some level he changed the course of his life. And you could do that, couldn't you, he thought as he put the RAZR back in his pocket. you could choose some paths and not others. Not always, of course. At times destiny just drove you to a destination and dropped your ass off and that was that. But on occasion you were able to pick the address. And if you had half a brain, no matter how hard it was or how wierd it felt, you went into the house. And found yourself.

It finally happened, he thought as he burrowed under his shirt and took hold of his heavy cross. All his life he'd wondered why he'd never fallen in love, and now he knew: He'd been waiting for this moment, this woman, this time. The female is mine, he thought. - Manny

But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with sex and drinking, and figure out what he did want. Apart from Blay, that was.

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.

Blay: Better than the full bifta. Especially because Qhuinn was beautiful to watch when he had sex. Just….beautitful. Back when Blay had tried to do the hetero thing, the two had tag-teamed a number of human females – not that he could have recalled any of the women's faces, bodies, or names. It had always been about Qhuinn for him. Always.

Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.

And speaking of on board, she'd moved into John's room properly. In his closet, her leathers and her muscles shirts were hanging next to his, and their shitkickers were lined up together, and all her knives and her guns and her little toys were now locked up in his fire proof cabinet. Their ammo was even stacked together. How frickin' romantic.

Those eerie diamond eyes shifted over to her and she stilled, as if he's willed her to do so. There was a moment of silence. And then in a rough voice the man whose life she saved spoke four words that changed everything...changed her life, changed her destiny: She. Comes. With. Me.

Before the man could answer V cursed If I have to hear all that Keanu Reeves, Matrix, I am Neo' kind of shit my head's going to explode. Don't you mean Neon? Butch shot back Cause he reminds me of the Citgo sign. Wraths head turned Shut the fuck up. All of you.

Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves. Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.

The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.

To be denied was like getting shut out of a Public Park.

How many of them were there?' Her voice wasn't joking around. Eighteen. Hundred.' Four,' Blaylock interjected. 'An honor guard of four.' What did they work you over with? Those bruises on your thighs are severe?' Crowbars. Big, massive-' Blay cut in. 'Clubs. Had to be those ceremonial black clubs.

Let's take my truck, Jim said as he hit the gravel. Less noise. And it has a radio, right? With tragic concentration Adrian started warming up his voice, sounding like a moose being backstroked by a chesse grater. Jim shook his head at Eddie as the doors opened How can you stand that racket? Selective deafness Teach me,master.

Then again, he supposed the healing process, in contrast to trauma, was gentle and slow... The soft closing of a door, rather than a slam.- John