Quotes from J.R. Ward

You are the male I might have been. You are the potential I had and lost. You are the honor and the strength and the kindness she needs. You'll take care of her. I want you to take care of her.

A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. "How'd you like to stay for dinner?" Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? "How'd you like to be dinner?" said another one, who looked like some kind of model.

I have peanut M&M's up there. Not my style Raisinets. Feh. Sam Adams. Thor narrowed his eyes. Cold? Downright icy. Thor crossed his arms over his chest and told him self he was not pouting like a five-year-old. I want Milk Duds.

When he got quiet again, she assumed he was done talking. Instead, he spoke up one last time: "I only have one other secret." "What's that?" "Don't tell anyone . . . but I like that goddamn cat of yours." Tilting her head to the side, Beth smiled at the Shadow. "I have a feeling . . . he's pretty fond of you, too.

As much as we have free choice, absolute destiny is immutable. What is meant to happen does, through one measure or another.

I'm going to love you so good and so long you're gonna be convinced no earthly thing could have brought us together

Qhuinn looked at each of the hoods again. How ironic, he thought. Nearly two years ago, an Honor Guard of black robes had been sent to him to make sure he knew his family didn't want him. And now, here these males were, come to draw him into a different kind of fold-- that was every bit as strong as that of blood.

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

What kind of look are you going for?" he asked instead. "Clothed.

Tohr took a pull of his beer. "What the hell is this?" "When Harry Met Sally." Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. "What?" "Shut it. After this, we're going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Affair to Remember—the old-school one, not that stupidity with Warren Beatty. Then The Princess Bride—" Tohr hit the switch by his hip and straightened the chair up. "Okay. Right. Have fun with this—

Put on your big girl pants and deal.

Shit, he was nervous as he looked at her lips. Which was so strange. He'd had so much sex over the course of his life, all different kinds of combinations, but the prospect of kissing her properly wiped all of that away: He was the virgin he'd never been, clueless and weak-kneed. Vishous in Lover Unbound, page 278

Giving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. "Wait. I need to ask him a question." "You want to know his shoe size or something?" Butch snapped. "Fourteen," Wrath drawled. "I'll remember that at Christmas, asshole.

I'll cab it home. Naw. I'll hang until you're through. Then I'll drag you back to your apartment. Watch you throw up for an hour. Push you into bed. Before I leave I'll get the coffee machine set up. Aspirin will be right next to the sugar bowl. I don't have a sugar bowl. So it'll be next to the bag. Butch smiled. You'd have made a great wife, Jose. That's what mine tells me.

His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-theass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad. Not that Qhuinn was bitter. Because the guy was sharing Blay's bed. Nah. Nope. Not at all.

Do not kill him. That shit would totally bum Jane out.

Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan. Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.

Lassiter came in alone, likely because Doc Jane had returned to the Pit. And the angel was naked as a jaybird… and just frickin' fine. No bullet holes, no scars, no contusions. "You keep looking at me like that and you'd better buy me dinner afterward.

Sometimes, you didn't get what you wanted. But if you had all you needed? Life was good.

You want to poof it or ride back with me?

Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumb-ass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male. As Blay started to straighten, like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought, That's right Buddy. Our time has come.

Phury was the only other possibility, but he was a celibate with a broken frickin' heart. Not really man-whore material.

Vishous: ...we both would slaughter anything that so much as startled you. Jane: I'm scared of mice and spiders. But you don't need to use that gun on your hip to blow a hole in a wall if I ran into one, okay? Havaheart traps and rolled newspapers work just as well. Plus, you don't need a Sheetrock patch and plaster job afterward. I'm just saying.

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.