Quotes from J.R. Ward

Tis I who should thank you for the gift of your flesh." Looming

You did me right when it mattered. I return the favor. Always. That being said, you compromise my happy home in any way, I'll slice off your balls and feed them to you." I love Wrath, Qhuinn thought.

This shit between them was killing them both, but they were stalled out. Unable to make things work; unable to let things go. It was a mess.

Sus ojos emitían un destello azul bajo la luz nocturna, como si fueran los faros de un automóvil. El enorme cuerpo anunciaba la muerte por todos los poros.

Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core.

The dead were immortal in the souls of those they left behind, and the payment for that permanence was pain.

If you looked for validation from other people, by definition they could take that away if they chose. The safest path, as always, was to be your own rock, your own harbor, your own shelter.

Is this what you want?" he said harshly. "Do you want it hard and where people can see?

Esa mirada triste en sus ojos hacía un momento significaba que había vislumbrado la muerte lenta que le esperaba.

rose-colored stuff. The shit was everywhere, from the rug and the drapes, to the wallpaper and the sheets, and Xcor's scent was all over the place. Clearly, this was his private room—and there was some serious satisfaction that the fucker had had to crash in this estrogen-dominated nightmare. Like sleeping in a goddamn womb. Rhage shuddered as he walked out into the hall. "Wonder if he's been suffering from a phantom urge to wear high heels.

Carezco de palabras, mi hembra. Porque ningún sonido de mi boca es digno de tu oído.

Why is your favorite question, isn't it?" "I'm a scientist." "I know." The words were spoken on a purr, like she'd just told him she was wearing sexy lingerie. "I love your mind.

Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend.

Il bisogno aguzza l'ingegno.

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens. But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down.

Fine, I'm in love with you—" "I know you still don't approve of me—" In another burst of synchronization, they shut up together. "What did you say?" she breathed. Gun. He needed a gun. So he could shoot himself in the foot in fact, as opposed to just in the hypothetical.

Cómo puedes soportar estar cerca de mí?" "Lo único que no puedo soportar es que te alejes.

Rehv se inclinó hacia abajo, ofreciendo la mano de la daga. - Todo lo que tengo es tuyo. Tres tuvo que parpadear fuerte y, a continuación, pasar la mano por sus ojos. - Tu amistad es todo lo que necesito, mi amigo, pues es malditamente invaluable.

Murhder. My name is Murhder." She laughed. And then her mouth fell open before she could catch herself. "Wait, you're serious." When he nodded, she tried to compose herself. "Oh. Wow. Is—um, is that first or last?" "Last. My first name is Cold-Blooded." As she did a double take, he smiled shyly. "I'm joking. It's just Murhder.

Let me be in you," he said as he kissed her. "I need you the now." She

Encontraré otra manera de evitar perder el control mientras tú estés en mi vida. No quiero a nadie más que a ti.

You're such a pain in the ass." "Said the SIG to the Glock.

No tienes miedo?" preguntó. "No. Solo me aterroriza perderte.

As V headed to the door, he wanted to lay down a minefield of triggers in the guy's brain, forge all sorts of neuropathways so that if the bastard thought of Jane sexually he'd feel dread or nausea or maybe burst into tears like a total sissy. After all, adverse impulse training was a godsend when it came to deprogramming.