Quotes from J.R. Ward

He was powerless to stop himself. His lips peeled off his teeth as his muscles churned and his hips thrashed against her. Drenched in sweat, head spinning, mindless, breathless, he took everything she was offering him. Took it and demanded more, becoming an animal as she became one, too, until they were nothing but wildness. He

Will you two cut the shit and get a room already, Axe drawled. No offense, but rom coms make me sick. This is not a romantic comedy, Novo ground out. It's a murder mystery with an obvious ending.

But of course, time didn't work like that. And memory was but a television show of your own life, a movie screen you could play witness to, but not interact with, change the course of, redirect.

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You are more astounding than even my daydreams.

Do you still want to be friends with me? Even though I'm gay.

Lowering his eyes, he said softly, "I have not seen the sun since before my transition. Can you blame me for staring.

He absolutely was a coward. A weak coward whose dead had not been avenged, who had no voice, and whose body was nothing even a ten-year-old would envy.

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.

Right or wrong, she made the choices in her life. No one else did.

Unlike the female of John's fantasies, this one spiked way high on the feminine scale and suffered from hair-related Tourette's, a condition that manifested itself in incessant

Blay's laugh flared and stopped short, as if his throat got tight. "Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn…a guy who, when he's not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though?" Qhuinn tensed as John nodded. Blay glanced down at his duffel. "He's right.

Con un rostro tan aristocrático como brutal, parecía el rey que en realidad era por derecho propio y el guerrero en que el destino lo había convertido.

He rubbed his face and looked at her. Adored her so intensely in the quiet darkness that he was afraid of her.

I am but a tuning fork of flesh, struck by the hand of the Creator. I am but a servant of destiny, yet I am accountable.

The door to the PT suite swung open, and Peyton appeared between the jambs with a bottle of liquor in his hand, an arousal in his pants, and the wild look in his eye of someone over the brink. In this current incarnation, the male was something right out of the Bad Idea Catalog. And what do you know ... a blond male with an able body was exactly what she wanted in her virtual shopping cart.

It was a state of mind—and nothing put a female there faster than the male she wanted staring at her the way Xcor was now.

El ego, después de todo, era la raíz de todo mal.

La muerte es una forma segura de hallar la paz, pensó Rhage. Y todos morían. Incluso los vampiros.

Cause that was the criminal justice system for you. Money talked, and creeps walked.

So, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silence. Or, no…you're mixing it up. Brooding with soulful intensity, right? What a fucking wild child you are. Whoo. Hoo. Next thing you know, you'll be opening for Slipknot." With

Tragedy, like love, makes people blind," he said, as if he could read her regrets.

between the hangover and the damage from that right hook of his roommate's, he had about all he wanted to handle. "Can I get you some Motrin or some shit?" V asked. "You really do feel bad, huh." "I didn't enjoy that." "Because I wasn't in a leather thong?" V laughed in a crack.

Love, he realized, was like the daggers he made in his forge: When you first got one, it was shiny and new and the blade glinted bright in the light. Holding it against your palm, you were full of optimism for what it would be like in the field, and you couldn't wait to try it out. Except those first couple of nights out were usually awkward as you got used to it and it got used to you.