Quotes from J.R. Ward

Don't make me flip you off Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby? Because my finger's getting sore.

Especially as Blay's face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned on the bottom. Or maybe the eyes? So fucking blue. He'd kissed that mouth and loved it. Seen those eyes go wild. He could have had Blay first—and only. But instead? His cousin … "Oh, God …" he groaned.

Rhage and Manny] "You're doing great," he murmured as he noticed those white knuckled fists. "Don't worry about me." "Right, right…your brothers." Manny paused for a split second. "You're all right, you know that." "F*ck…that…" The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. "I'm…perfect.

If the Angels won, the entire Earth would be nothing but one giant Christmas frickin' morning, a choking wave of happiness and warmth and caring and sharing taking over everything.

Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are. -Butch and Marissa

The rejection didn't faze him. Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.

He nodded and curled over his paper, writing quickly. As his words took form on the white page, she got to watch him...and realized she never wanted him to go. She wanted him here beside her forever.

Rhage raised his hand. Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question. Yes, my son, you ARE going to hell. Lassiter made the sign of the cross and then looked around.

Love can conquer everything but reality.

As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth dropped open. But not because he was shocked an not because he wanted in on the action. He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with his heart. No...no, goddamn it, no... Tell me something, Saxton whispered. Have you ever kissed a male before? Yes, he has, Qhuinn wanted to scream - Blay shook his head. He actually shook his head.

I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again." Blay frowned. "He and I have nothing to say to each other—" "With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.

Tohr shook his head. If you're going to get plastered, why can't you do it like areal man. I like the taste of fruit. You are what you drink. The angel glanced up at the clock, Shit. I missed Maury. But, I DVR'd Ellen.

After shoving his former clothes inside, Xcor found himself bowing at the waist. Your assistance has been much appreciated. Antoine raised his palm like he was getting ready to do a clap on the shoulder again. But once more, he caught himself and smiled instead. Knock her dead, my man. Oh, no. Xcor shook his head. That shan't be necessary. This one I like.

I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you? No, she probably wouldn't. Wrath and Beth

I think we're dating now Come on...I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started on the sponge bath afterward.

In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole life—or at least ever since he'd survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.

Life has gotten in the way of our life.

No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood

A cold blast hit him and he laughed at the sting as he stepped outside, surveyed the night sky, and drank deeply. Such a good liar he was. Such a good one. Everyone thought he was fine because he'd camo'd his little problems. He wore a Sox hat to hide the eye twitch. Set his wristwatch to go off every half hour to beat back the dream. Ate though he wasn't angry. Laughed though he found nothing funny. And he'd always smoked like a chimney.

But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.

Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.

Lassiter hit pause and clamped a hard hand on his shoulder.Sit the fuck back. Watch and learn. What? How much I hate rom-coms? How 'bout we just stipulate that and let me go. You're going to need this. For my second career as a pussy?

Tohr jacked forward his in his seat. What the hell! As Lassiter's big body cut through the projection onto the screen, a gigantic pair of flapping breasts covered his face and chest. Adventures in the Milfy Way. A true classic. It's porn! Duh-- Okay, I am not sitting through this with you The angel, still standing up. shrugged. Just wanted to make sure you know what you're missing.

Wellsie frowned. I'd like you to stay away from him, okay? He's...not right in a lot of ways. Do you know what I mean? Actually, John wasn't so sure about that. Yeah, the guy was enough to make you think fondly of the boogeyman sometimes, but clearly he wasn't all bad.