Quotes from J.R. Ward

I'm prepared to be a very patient man when it comes to you. I will seduce you for however long it takes – give you space if you need it or follow you tight as sunshine on your shoulder if you'll let me." His eyes locked on hers. "I lost my chance with you once, Lizzie King – that is not going to happen again.

My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken, maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.

Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah...

But isn't it... ugly? No. Not to me. She pressed a kiss to his chest. It's fearsome and terrifying and powerful and awe-inspiring. And if anyone ever tried to get at me, that thing would wipe out a neighborhood. How could a girl not be charmed? Besides, after seeing those lessers in action, I'm grateful for it. I feel safe. Between you and the dragon, I don't have to worry. (Rhage & Mary)

Life is about doing what is necessary, and you did.

Oh, by the way, Phury's here again, and he brought that Chosen with him. Figured you'd want to know in case you see a random female ghosting around here. Whoa. Surprise. How's he doing? Zsadist paused. I don't know. He's pretty tight about shit. Not real talkative. The bastard. Oh, and you're a candidate for The View? Right back at you, Bahbwa. Touché.

Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like… bus exhaust or some shit.

Fritz hates dead bodies in the front hall.

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they'd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn't the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. "God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day…

From across the dark bedroom, Lassiter stood in the corner next to the highboy, feeling like crap while Tohr whispered to the dress. Scrubbing his face, he wondered why … why in the hell, of all the ways he could have gotten free of the In Between, did it have to be this one. The shit was starting to get to him.

Qhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything — most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna.

V? What? I will die rather than hurt you. ~Vutch moments~

Trez blew out his breath. "You know what my fantasy is? It ain't porn. It's good news. For once in my fucking life, I'd love to have some good news.

I feel like I am wlaking down into a porn movie V mutteres as they took the steps with care. Wouldn't that require more black candles for you, Zsadist cracked.....

Trust me, true? Butch barked a laugh. Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

Life didn't have to be perfect . . . for true love to exist in it. *

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.

I don't believe I'm better than anyone else. With beating hearts and open minds, we are all the same.

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.

He stopped when he heard Wellsie's voice coming out of the study. … some kind of nightmare. I mean, Tohr, he was terrified… No, he fudged when I asked him what it was, and I didn't press. I think it's time he sees Havers. Yes… UAH-Hugh. He should meet Wrath first. Okay. I love you, myhellren . What? God, Tohr, I feel the same way. I don't know how we ever lived without him. He is such a blessing.

I'm still convinced you're doing my GTO, you bastard.

Beth's not on that train? Nope. She's not even in that station, that town, or that part of whatever country your metaphor lives in.