Quotes from J.R. Ward

Vampire porn does not go out of style.

Because that's what the Brotherhood and their families were. Close as siblings, tighter than blood because they were chosen.

I am barren of words my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.

Cursing herself, she said, I'm going to man up here. I'm going to so be twenty-one. You're not going to believe how tight in the head I'm going to be. Really. For real.

Hey, it's a party already," Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. "Oh, nice tux. Isn't that Tom Ford?" "Or was it Dick Chrysler," Rhage interjected. "Harry GM—wait, that sounds dirty….

Phury? No, I'm not gay. Don't feel like you need to hide it or anything. I wouldn't. I'm just not. You bi, then?

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!

Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

You asked me to speak. If this is a problem, the solution is not to get defensive because you don't like what you hear. The answer is to not invite me to talk. iAm ~ Lover At Last

John took his fucking time in Xhex's shower , washing himself thoroughly not because he was dirty, but because he figured two could play at the whole whip-the-state-clean, what-happened-didn't-happen thing.

And if you ever put a gun in my face again, I will fuck you up no matter what my job is.

Bad deeds like beauty, are in the eye of the beholder.

Time keeps on...slippin'...slippin'...slippin' into the future, Adrian drawled as he walked around

Rhage burning deep inside Uncontrollable Phury, unable to hide Trust me and I'll let my Wrath begin This Tohrment building up within My Vischous attitude will shine through .........I'll let my Tehrror free on you -my own zsadist quote from the black dagger brotherhood that i found online

The sense that in his mother's view, he had let down his family just by being who he was… was a failure of acceptance that he was never going to get over. He just wanted to live, honestly and out front, with no apology. Like everyone else. To love who he loved, be who he was… but society had a different standard.

Are you all right?" "Leg's shot" "How shot?" "Well, I'm looking at the heel of my shitkicker and the front of my knee at the same time. And there's a high probability I'm going to throw up.

You are just as beautiful as the first time I saw you … You stopped my heart then – just froze it in my chest. And you stop it now.

You sure about this? he asked in a guttural voice. I get down on that mattress right now, I'm not stopping until I'm inside of you.

Don't be an asshole, the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

If you've bullshitted me, angel, I'm going to kill you." The other male rolled his eyes. "I'm already dead, idiot.

The deadweight of his body,coupled with the aches, made him remember back to a time when he'd gotten colds or flus. Same feeling. Was it possible he was getting sick? Made him wonder if anyone had come up with a product like Dead-quil or some shit. Probably not.

United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

In the silence that followed, Blay knew he had something he was supposed to say. Yeah...it was right on his tongue. It was... Shit. With Qhuinn looking at him like that, he couldn't remember his own name. Blaysox? Blacklock? Blabberfox? Who the fuck knew...