Quotes from J.R. Ward

Tell her it's…Hal. Hal E. Wood.

Holy Christ! There was a frickin' melee in the alley. Lessers. Brothers. Two civilians crouched and quivering in the middle. And big bad Butch O'Neal.

How'm I doin'? Jim asked in his own voice—hey, he could talk out of the bastard's mouth, too. Across the way, Adrian shrugged. Pretty damn good—I can't sense you. But I gotta ask—the pair of you want a cigarette? Or are you going for a twofer?

Oh…Sweet Virgin. This felt so right.

I can't go back, Lane. I'm sorry. I just can't." He fell silent. And then after a long while, he nodded. "All right, but can I ask you for one thing?" No. "Yes." "Just don't hate me anymore. I'm doing plenty of that on my own time.

Proprio non capisci, Ehlena? Con delicatezza le accarezzò il polpaccio e le sollevò il piede, posandolo sulla propria coscia. Poi, slacciando le stringhe della misera ballerina di tela Keds, mormorò: Qualunque cosa indossi... per me sarai sempre una regina.

V tired to imagine giving up his proclivities. My monster needs to get out. Especially now.

Estaba muerto hasta que me encontraste, aunque respiraba. Estaba ciego, aunque podía ver. Y entonces llegaste tú… y estaba despierto. (Zsadist, Amante despierto)

No matter what it takes, I'm going to prove that I love you and I need you and I want you—and that those kids are yours." With

God, now she knew what decent men felt like, the disquiet before taking someone for their first time.

Xcor's hands shifted up her body until he cupped her face. "It was all worth it." "What?" she choked out. "All that came before this one moment where I am loved by you. Even though we must part, I can say that what I feel for you made it all worth it." And then, with one final kiss…he was gone.

I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mother ship called.

Qhuinn climaxed on his next swallow, the orgasm shooting out of him before he could think of any kind of boring and unattractive distraction, the pleasure cresting with such power, he sagged in his own skin. Blay's chuckle was erotic as hell. Whatever, payback was going to be a bitch, Qhuinn vowed to himself.

Sometimes gratitude could be mistaken for love. Both were warm feelings that endured. But the former was about friendship…the latter was something else entirely.

He was wearing a scuba mask and snorkel set pushed off his handsome face . . . a set of flippers that slapped over the slick floor as he approached the pool's edge . . . a slingshot bathing suit that was hot pink . . . and a children's

She wanted to walk into a crowded restaurant where a man would look up and take her into his arms with his eyes. She wanted to know what it was like to feel that she was beautiful to someone and had been eagerly waited for

Rhage glanced over in the relative silence. "You are a genius." "Harold Ramis is." "I'm sorry?" "You ever see Stripes? My favorite movie of all time. I based this thing on Bill Murray's ride.

Holy shit . . . They'd joined the war.

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world.

I'll be here waiting for you and for whoever else you love. That's what the other side is. It's just love

You stay away from Xcor." "You are not in a position to give orders, female." He laughed in a hard burst. "Jesus Christ, I can't believe this is all over someone like him. Who the hell is that piece of shit anyway—" "He's your fucking brother," she snapped. "That's who he is.

Problems is, the word of an addict is just that. A word. nothing more.

So you'll excuse me if I have to disagree with you. It is not okay-it will not ever be okay-and whereas I'm more than willing to live with the fact that I was a walking, talking lie for decades, the idea that it sacrificed what could have been between us...is absolutely, positively not okay to me.

Will you take me to the motherboard, he said, turning around to her. The and into your bed part he left off. What a gentleman. Of course.