Quotes from J.R. Ward

Do not tell me you're a Yankees fan," V drawled. "I'll have to kill you, and frankly, tonight we need all the wingmen we've got.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vitals.

The territorial anger lit his chest up like a bonfire, teeing off a blaze of power that roared in his body.

Don't even fucking think about it." … "I don't know what you're talking about--" "Do not make me grab your hard-one to prove my point

Closing his eyes, he made it about fifteen minutes before his tossing and turning rode those pj bottoms so far up his crotch he felt like he could cough flannel. If he was doing the mattress and pillow thing, he usually slept naked and now he knew why. This was f'in ridiculous.

Taking her slick palm, he flattened it once more. And then with his free hand, he signed against her skin in slow, precise positions: L.O.V.E.U.4.E.V.E.R

Mary, you can't second-guess yourself. Listen, you go to war in your own way, and the worst thing a soldier can do is have his confidence fried before he hits the field. Not everything is going to end up in victory, but you've got to start it all off, every time, knowing that your training and your instincts are sound. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't hurt Bitty on purpose.

Letting go meant you accepted what couldn't be changed. You didn't try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune...nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will...nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.

This time…" He bared his descending fangs, his upper lip twitching. "I want your fangs in me, I want the pain and the rush. And I want you at my throat.

In all the time they'd known the guy, iAm had never paid any particular attention to the females. Or the males. Personally, Rhage had always thought the poor bastard was suffering from Phury Syndrome—a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him.

Though she remained earthbound, the freedom in her soul made her fly.

This was trouble--of the bury-your-dead variety.

She. Comes. With. Me.

She was not his sun or moon, but his galaxy.

The strong do not wallow. They move forward.

The bitch had to go down.

The guy was like part pro wrestler, part Toys R Us.

Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen. Vishous: Isn't she dead? Assail: Yes. Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.

What did you do with the female?" Zsadist growled to the next slayer. When all that came back at him was a "Fuck you," Z pulled a Tyson and bit the bastard.

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest. I don't care who you are mated to, or whether they have blond hair or black hair, blue or green eyes, male or female parts—as long as you are happy, that's all I worry about. I want for you what you want for yourself. I love you, Blaylock—I love you.

I'm proud of you. And I love you," Blay repeated. "Always. Forget about your old family…you have me now. I am your family.

Emotions were never permanent. Except no, one of them was. Though hate and anger, happiness and gratitude, jealousy, optimism, paranoia, all of the others were subject to peaks and valleys… love was a constant. True love was immortal.

Butch, I got sick and needed some time to regroup. But I wanted to see you. That's why I asked you to come calling when I ran into you back in December. When you said no, I thought... well, you'd lost interest. She'd wanted to see him? Had she said that? Butch, I wanted to see you. Yeah, she had. Twice. Well, now... didn't that perk a guy up.

I don't give a crap what happened between you and Xcor—mother to mother, I care only about you and the babies. And my husband will see my point of view. Trust me." Layla