Quotes from J.R. Ward

denying his cock wasn't an option: When he'd backed off a couple months ago as a test pattern, within twelve hours he'd been ready to fuck a tree, he was so horny. Was there any such thing as anti-Viagra? Cialis Reversailis? Limpicillin? Rolling

We were a little more fallen than the bosses were comfortable with." Adrian grinned like a motherfucker. "As I mentioned, I like the ladies." "Usually in pairs.

liked the evil in themselves too much to be trusted.

He smelled her instantly, and wouldn't you know it, he got a hard-on.

Although he could have been wearing a seventies lounge suit and she probably would have drooled over the polyester.

Don't ever aggress on that motherfucker....

Easy, son," Wrath said. "Jesus Christ—" "Actually it's Lassiter," the man said, "in case you forgot.

Voy a pasar eso por alto, Z. Pero sólo porque sé cuánto te gusta que te golpeen, y no estoy de humor para hacerte feliz.

Grandioso. Allí estaba, desnuda bajo una bata, sola con más de quinientos kilos de vampiro. Intentar hacerse la indiferente era imposible (...)

The more you're exposed to trauma, the more hardened you become to it and the safer you are. And that is a really suck-ass fucking equation, but it is the goddamn truth." Butch

Saxton glanced at Ruhn. The male was likewise examining the portrait, and for some reason, whatever opinion he was forming seemed terribly important. Did he find her attractive? Did he want to meet her? As an unattached male, with an invitation from the head of the household, it would not be inappropriate for him to engage in a supervised meeting. He was not an aristocrat, and neither were Minnie and her clan, but there were still rules of conduct to be considered

No podía recordar exactamente cómo había entrado en su apartamento, o lo que le había dicho. Pero todo lo que habían hecho en posición horizontal era endiabladamente vívido.

She had everything to offer; he had nothing. And yet she wanted him anyway. It was at that moment that he fell in love with her.

You got hair like a girl," Mr. D said. "And you smell like bubble bath. At least I can get a trim." "I'm wearing Old Spice." "Next time try something stronger. Like horse manure." Mr.

V laughed deep in his throat. "Yeah, you can fight with me in the field when you're grown. And soon as you're big enough to hold a dagger … I'll make one for you. Forge it myself. You're gonna be just like your dad, one helluva a fighter. Just like him …

He can't take her away!" he screamed at no one and everybody. "We just got her! He can't take her—he's a fucking stranger—" "Rhage," Mary got directly in front of him, jumping up to catch his eye. "Rhage, we have to—" Latching onto her wide, sad stare, he moaned, "She's ours…she's ours…this stranger can't take her away—she's ours….

Axe saved my life…." That was the last thing Rhage said before he went nighty-night. —

Para reforzar el punto, Xcor se sentó al pie de la puerta. Poniendo la espalda contra los paneles. Confiaba en sus soldados con su vida en el campo de batalla, pero había una hermosa y fuerte hembra allá abajo y ellos eran unos cachondos hijos de puta en celo, la gran mayoría. Habrían pasado por encima de él para tenerla.

Butch clasped his hands to his chest. "Was? Was? I can't believe you've lost interest." He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. "My dreams of our future are shattered—" "Shut it, cop." Butch looked out from under his arm. "Are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. Two Bites Are Better Than One. We were going to make millions.

The past is safe because it is indelible.

She loved him even more than she had this morning, though less than she would tomorrow.

Qhuinn?" Those iridescent blue eyes frowned. "Are you okay?" "Sorry." He leaned in and pressed his lips to the male's jugular. "Distracted. But you do that to me, don't you." As

Lassiter had been the wild card, and he had not lasted. Distracted by physical yearnings, he had gotten into epic trouble and been banished, lost to a destiny and destination of which Colin was only vaguely aware.

The impending separation from love, more than the ending of life, had kept all that faith alive. It was the hope of having a little more time to love that had made her mother hold crosses, and look to the faces of statues, and cast words up into the air.