Quotes from J.R. Ward

I want to touch you," she said with an awe that made him flush. "Anywhere." God, his voice was rough. "Fuck, do anything you want to me." She

He had to look.

I'm stuck in the fucking chimney." She

Butch, let me help you. He cursed. What if- What ifs don't cut it. She took a deep breath. I won't lie. I'm scared. But I don't want to turn my back on you and you're a fool to try and make me. He shook his head, respect in his eyes. You always been this courageous? No. But it appears that for you, I guess I am. So are you going to let me in? I want to. I feel like I need to.

How about…here?" she whispered as she stroked down to the very top of her cleft. A pumping growl left him, and Xcor said in a low burst, "Yes. Right there.

I'm waiting," Wrath muttered. "And you know how much I love that shit.

Xcor lunged at her, moving so fast he wasn't aware of making the decision to get on her. And he was rough, shoving her hand out of the way and sealing his mouth on her sex, taking what he wanted, what she had teased him with. Now

The past is what it is—good and bad, it's written and unchanging. And there's solace to be had in that." Tears pricked her eyes. "What do you mean?" There was a long pause. "The good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can't get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible.

When do we ever know what we're walking into, he said in a low voice. Destiny is not a straightaway. It's cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do ... and find ourselves where we are.

If love were a requirement for marriage, the human race would have no need for the institution.

Rhage shot a hard stare across the peanut gallery. "Baskin-Robbins has over thirteen hundred entries in their flavor profile, you provincial fuck-tart. And I'm talking all ice creams from all makers. I'm going to call it Wiki-licks.

They're going to start talking all about climate change and weather patterns, but I had to help your boy out." "Xcor? I'm sorry…I don't understand." "Long story.

The cabin was warm, thanks to her, a little trick of molecular agitation of the air that was enhanced by her being pissed off. The heat she generated was not cheery like that from a fire however—more like the kind of hot flash you got along with a case of the shits.

So he's bonded, has he?"… "Yup," she said. "And I'm not going to feel bad if he puts a bullet through your frontal lobe. He will get a couple really good blow jobs out of it, thought." John Matthew's brows popped. Then he mouthed, "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.

I fell in love with one. And he fell in love with me." And then I died and his mother brought me back to life—it's great to have demigods as in-laws.

he was going to go to Jane's house and pull some romantic shit. He wasn't sure what, maybe like flowers or something. Well, flowers and him installing that security system. 'Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors. God

This is the problem with lying, Axe. You do it once, and the other person has no idea what else you've been untruthful about. I come from a family of lies and silence. I can't go into that shadow world with someone I'm intimate with. Moreover, I won't do it. I told you in the beginning, honesty is the most important thing

Life was too short, no matter how long you lived. -Ehlena's thoughts

Even though he couldn't see anything, he felt strong as an ox, big as a mountain, deadly as a cobra—you name the he-man metaphor and he was rocking that shit. It wasn't chauvinistic to want to protect your females. It was appropriate, and not because they couldn't be smart and protect themselves. Females were simply more important than males and always would be, and in the very deepest part of his marrow, he was proud to be in service as a mate and a father to them.

Life. In all its mundane majesty. And you couldn't take advantage of it if you were sitting on your ass in the shadows…whether that was in actuality, or metaphorically

You like to be chased, nalla," Z said in a voice so deep it distorted. Bella's smile got even wider as she backed up into a corner. "Maybe." "So run some more, why don't you.

Voy a amarte tanto, y durante tanto tiempo, de que te vas a convencer de que ninguna cosa terrenal pudo haber unido nuestros destinos.

Before we kumbaya this shit, you're going to do something for me, right here and now." The

First loves were by definition passion with training wheels on. Sometimes you lucked out and the future was long and full of self-discovery on both sides that only brought you closer together. But more often than not, you had too much to learn about yourself.