Quotes from J.R. Ward

And maybe there is greatness waiting for you—if you only get back up on your feet and keep going.

He wanted her nails in his back and her tongue in his mouth and her hips rocking under his until he came so hard he saw stars. Then he wanted to sleep with her in his arms afterward. And wake up and eat and make love again. And talk in the dark about things both stupid and serious— Oh, God. He was bonding with her. The bonding thing was happening.

Rhage exhaled slowly, air easing out of his nose. As he sank into his skin, he reveled in the perfection of peace. The heavenly silence. The great roaring absence.

Our strength must be tested," he whispered, "for us to know it's still there. And I will always be your warrior, Mary mine. Always and forever.

If it had been anyone else, Wrath would have used his favourite pair of words: Fuck and off

Is it my turn yet?" Lassiter asked over the earpiece. "I was born ready for this.

Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an echo or a shadow-she was, in this moment, wiped clean.

This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.

With all of my black and withered heart, I love you, my female.

As he stepped forward, it dawned on her that this was a bad idea. If he wanted to talk she should meet him downstairs. After all, he was very male. And she was very naked. And they were now... yup, shut in a bedroom together. Good planning. Excellent work. Maybe she should jump out a window next.

At times destiny just drove you to a destination and dropped your ass off and that was that. But on occasion you were able to pick the address. And if you had half a brain, no matter how hard it was or how weird it felt, you went into the house. And found yourself.

He hung up and looked at Rhage. "Hate this," the brother said. "I know." Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire's face. "We're going to get you home." "Didn't like seeing you shot." Wrath smiled softly. "Clearly.

With a face that was both aristocratic and brutal, he looked like the king he was by birthright and the soldier he'd become by destiny.

The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together.

You going to try the rest of your gear on? he asked on an exhale. Or you want to whine about your pants a little more? Don't make me flip you off. Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby? [Vishous to Butch]

Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.

Every night I went into Hannah's room and sat with her stuff. The thing I couldn't get was how her clothes and her books and her drawings were still there, but she wasn't. It just didn't compute. Her room was a like a car without an engine, everything where it should be, except all it was was potential. None of it was going to get used again.

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese. (Dark Lover)

This was real life cocoa. The kind you gave someone you loved because you couldn't think of anything else to do and both of you were a mess. It was the kind you stirred while your gut was knotted and your mouth was dry and you were thinking seriously of crying, but you were too much of a male for that kind of display. It was the kind you made with all the love you hadn't expressed and might well not have the voice or the chance to speak of.

How arbitrary, this distinction of time. How like humans to have to cut the infinite down to something they could believe they controlled.

Am I going to have to die first before I come here every time? Because no offense, but for fuck's sake, I can just give you a cell phone to call.

When I lie this close to you, when I smell your scent, when I hear your voice, I know everything that matters. She looked down the length of him. You are the male I want to mate with. That's who you are.

From out of nowhere, she had an image of some poor human in a FedEx Office branch getting an eyeful and a half of the mostly naked fallen angel. Without warning, she started to laugh so hard, tears came to her eyes. The good kind of tears, that was. And as she gave herself up to the angel's ridiculousness, Lass just say there on the couch, staring up at Melrose Place, a sly, quiet smile on his beautiful, deranged face. What an angel he was, she thought to herself. A total angel.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead? Vishous to Butch