Quotes from J.R. Ward

Praying's not going to help. Too late for that, Jane...I gave you a chance to have it on your terms. Now we'll do this on mine

Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.

To his mind, free will was a privilege, not a right.

Come to think of it, that word (choice) shouldn't be applied to people's destinies. Ever. Choice should be relegated to TV and meals: You could choose NBC over CBS or steak instead of chicken. But take the concept any further than the stove or the remote control and the word just didn't apply. - V

If I can live through the events," she said, "I can get through the memories.

Saxton smelled really good and had a handshake that was firm. You've grown up a lot. Blay found himself flushing as he took his hand back. You're just the same. Am I? Those pearl eyes flashed. Is that good or bad? Oh...good. I didn't mean--- So tell me how you've been. Are you mated to some nice female your parents set you up with? Blay's laugh was sharp and hard. God, no. There's no one for me.

he(Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. "I'll lay my life down for you.With or Without that piece of paper

Personally, I think so-called common language is more interesting and apropos than proper English; it's passionate and powerful in ways that wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow just isn't.

I am not worthy. he said softly. Damn fucking straight, someone growled.

Qhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage … and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay's stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in this fantasy, he wouldn't push the hand away.… He would take it lower, down past the injury, down onto his hips and his— "Fuck!

Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies.

The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body. So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and music enjoyed.

When Vishous pushed open the door to the exam room, he got a gander at the kind of seating arrangement that made him think fondly of castration.

The human reached inside Wrath's jacket and started pulling out weapons. Three throwing stars, a switchblade, a handgun, a length of chain. "Jesus Christ," the cop muttered as he dropped the steel links on the ground with the rest of the load. "You got some ID? Or wasn't there enough room in here for a wallet, considering you're carrying about thirty pounds of concealed weapons?

It was hard to know what was worse: him being with her and all her sisters, or him being with none of them because his heart was held by another. -Cormia

You will not live through this if she does not

John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.

Rhage nodded. "The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." "That depends more on your mouth than any floor plan," Phury said with a grin.

V had a passing thought that she used the word anyway like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things she'd just shared to make room for more.

You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn't see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.

I wish I were whole. I wish I could have given you young if you'd wanted them and could conceive them. I wish I could have told you that it killed me when you thought I had been with anyone else. I wish I had spent the last year waking up every night and telling you that I loved you. I wish I had mated you properly the evening you came back to me from dead. I wish. . . I wish I were half as strong as you are and I wish I deserved you. And. . . that's about it. -V

All right, big guy, down you go. Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good. And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.

And Vishous. . . V was the worst of them. He stood by the door, staring into space. Icy before, he was glacial now, a sinkhole in the room. -Phury's thoughts

Courage doesn't mean you aren't scared.