Quotes from J.R. Ward

Marissa, he mumbled, taking her hand. Don't want to see you drink so much? Wait, not really what he'd been going for. Ah...don't you to see me drink so much...want. Whatever. God...he was so confused.~Butch

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.

Fucking lilacs. I'm the only immortal with allergies. I swear.' - Eddie, Crave

Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn— and probably always would be. "Why?" he said to his lover. "Because I want you for however long I have you.

None of his brothers dared to throw out a grumble, because the protocol button had been punched: If they were around outsiders, they treated him as their sovereign lord and king. Which meant no fucking around and no insubordination. Maybe they needed visitors more often in the fucking house

Slipping in the side door to the VIP section , she scanned the crowd , well aware that she was looking for one male in particular. And he was there. Fucking John Matthew.

God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day…

Wrath was in a bad mood, and he knew this because the sound of the doggen waxing the wooden balustrade at the top of the main staircase was making him want to light the whole fucking mansion on fire.

I brought us all Big Macs," he said happily. "I know you dig 'em, remember?" "What the…" Tohr tightened his grip on his shellan, just in case . . . well, shit, with the way things were going lately, anything could happen. "What are you doing here?" "It's your lucky day, motherfucker.

I suppose this is for the best, Blay said into his shoulder. You can't cook. See? I'm so not Prince Charming.

Fucking hell. Did you guys plan that out? Yeah, and if you don't fight us--Hollywood bit down on his grape Tootsie-Pop--we'll do it again--only with dance moves this time. Spare me. Fine. Unless you agree to home it, we will rock the dance moves.. To prove the point, the moron linked his palms behind his head and started doing something obscene with his hips. Which was backed up by a series of, Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhh, yeeeeeeaaaah, who's your daddy....

Ehlena: Look, the reason I called was -- Rehv: Because you needed an excuse. You shut me down in the exam room, but really wanted to talk to me. So you called me on the phone. And now you have me. (That voice dropped even lower) Do I get to pick what you do with me?

Rough times. Qhuinn shrugged. And I'm not interested in saints. Really? You're in love with one, Layla chimed in. As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. Damn straight I am, he said softly. As the redhead turned red--natch--that connection between the two males became positively tangible. Love was such a beautiful thing.

When they got to thew bottom of the stairwell, they stopped dead. Blay's father was facing off with a lesser, a Civil War sword in one hand, a dagger in the other. Behind his Joe Friday glasses, his eyes were lit like torches, and they flicked over for a split second. Stay out of this. This one's mine. The shit was done faster than you can say, Ninja Dad . Blay's father went Ginsu on the slayer, carving the thing up like a turkey, then stabbing it back to the Omega.

You love it right? Lassiter asked, holding his Bible high. I mean, you told me to go on the internet. I did. I even printed out my diploma or whatever the hell it's called. Opening the cover of the King James version, he took out a piece of paper and waved it around. See? Nice and legal-like Beth leaned in Wow. I know right? Just like Harvard Impressive I'm totally framing that shit, wha-what.

Sounds like you want a date, Lash, Qhuinn barked. Good deal, 'cause you keep that shit up, you're going to get fucked, buddy.

He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well. Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn't wait to get out of the room. Except he stopped before he left, I gotchu, my brother, he said to the door. I know, V. You always have. ~Vishous and Tohrment Lover Reborn

In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint.

Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened.

Phury nodded. And if she lives with us, we get to keep the cat.

When he nodded, the physician disappeared into thin air, and then a moment later, Payne felt a warm palm encompass hers. It was Vishous's un-gloved hand against her own and the connection between them eased her in ways she couldn't name. Verily, she had lost her mother . . . but if she lived through this, she still had family. On this side.

Phury Syndrome—a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him.

Wow, she breathed. I know, right? Hung like a horse. If you're really nice-and you live through this-I'll promise not to tell V. About my size. She laughed a little, No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally.

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of nanosecond. Or the knock on a door. Kind of made a male believe in the divine. It really did.