Quotes from J.R. Ward

Marissa laughed, utterly delighted with her mate. Later. Food first. Butch settled back immediately, like she'd called his lust to a heel and it behaved because it wanted to be a good boy. As she left, the cop's eyes followed her with rank hunger and adoration. V shook his head. You are a total sap.

The smile he gave her was wistful, just a little lift to his mouth. You are a fighter. Yes. Always. And sometimes I'm a whole army.

Fuuuuuuck......No'One....

Humans: Nature's remedy for an otherwise good time.

Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here—less hi-how're-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-be-used-to-make-a-super-hero-cape-for-one-of-Hannibal-Lecter's-patients.

As she took a deep breath, all she smelled was him, the scent going in her nose and blooming all over her body. Bastard, she thought. Irresistible bastard

Layla brought her arms around herself, no doubt because she was remembering the feel of another, stronger set. I have wanted to, but he holds back. I hope...I believe it is because he wishes to mate me properly first, in ceremony. Payne felt the awful weight of premonition. Beware, sister. You are a gentle soul. Layla got to her feet, her smile now saddened. Yes, I am. But I would rather my heart be broken than unopened and I know that one must ask if one is to receive.

It...is for me? Aye. So what say you, lover mine.

When I want you to bag, I'll tell you.-Vishous

I mean, come on. He's kind of cute, in a Godzilla sort of way.

He tasted each one of them. The raw power and majesty of Wrath. The vast strength of Rhage. The burning, protective loyalty of Phury. The cold savagery of Zsadist. The sharp cunning of Vishous.

She wondered if there was a rule against shellans riding. Probably not... As long as she was sidesaddle, dressed in armor plating, and had a helmet made of reinforced, skid-resistant Kevlar, they'd probably let her go a few circles around the fountain in front of the house. Vroom-vroom. Fucking wheeeeeeee.

Last fight I had with the bitch ended way too soon. Eddie rolled his eyes and glanced at Jim. It was in the Middle Ages and he still hasn't gotten over it.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, he knew he had to choose his words carefully—in spite of the fact that his adrenal gland had opened up full-bore and was pumping enough OMG into his system that he was drowning in terror.

You said you wanted to remember something.' His palms slid up to the top of her thighs and squeezed. 'So lie back and let me do my thing.' -Issac Rothe, Crave

Not for me. I hate fish. It's for Goddamn Cat. I want him served that regularly.

not in the stupid-ass Miley Cyrus poser-sex way—and

Oh, and I can do something really great with my tongue and a cherry stem.

Oh…man. She was dressed for love, as far as he was concerned: Flannel pajama bottoms with stars and moons on them. Little white T-shirt. Floppy suede moccasins.

So if you had the chance . . . even if there was no music and no ballgown, no tuxedo or gala . . . when your true love asked you to dance? It was important to say yes.

Well, too bad, boys—life wasn't an epi of Doctor Who. And you know what?

i am... absolutely destroyed at the loss. (--manny)

You're so very naked, she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. So are you.

Then how about we start with a shower, he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.