Quotes from J.R. Ward

what do you want with her?" As if she didn't already know. "Call her now. Tell her that I am a friend of yours and she'll enjoy herself. It will be better that way." "Better than what?" "My breaking into her house to get to her. Which is what I'll do, if I have

That's you," Wrath said. "You shall be called the Black Dagger warrior Dhestroyer, descended of Wrath son of Wrath." "But you'll always be Butch to us," Rhage cut in. "As well as hard-ass. Smart-ass. Royal pain in the ass. You know, whatever the situation calls for. I think as long as there's an ass in there, it'll be accurate." "How about bass tard?" Z suggested. "Nice. I feel that." They

Oh… shit, Lassiter thought. He wasn't in love with Rahvyn. He didn't even know her. Then again, wasn't that how bonding worked?

V—" "You're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irish … let me think. Yeah …" Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And … my dearest friend … until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.

got a close look at Doc Jane's red Crocs, Ehlena's blue ones, and his brother's knees as the male immediately crouched down next to him.

The title was In the Rain Forest of the Monkey Mind.

Socks to keep your feet warm. Your diary, too—don't worry, I haven't read it or anything." "I'd be surprised if you had. You're more trustworthy than that." "No, I'm illiterate." Her eyes flared. "Anyway"—his voice was hard as his jawline—"I figured you'd want some of your own stuff.

Bonded male vampires without their females were empty vessels, nothing but muscle and bone held in by a thin skin.

You heard me. Come back to the woods." Layla began to pant, a combination of terror and sadness choking her. "How can you be so cruel. I cannot see him dead—" "Then you better get the fuck out here and feed him. We need to get him out of this forest." "What!" "You fucking heard me. Now dematerialize back here before I change my fucking mind." The

La sonrisa en la cara del vampiro estaba ansiosa de pecado y preparada para el mal.

I'm about to come just looking at you between my legs. Do anything you want to me.

Far better to be uninterested than unfulfilled. One is a relief. The other an emptiness with heavy weight.

Non voglio innamorarmi di te.» disse. «Non posso permettermelo, e non lo farò.» «Non importa. Io ti amerò abbastanza per tutti e due.» sussurrò Rhage.

After all, a leader should never delegate that which he had not done before and done well.

True love doesn't require a voice. It requires the heart.

Mind if I light up? The king shook his head. I'd consider it a public service. We could all use the contact high today.

Besides, the story of the two of them was written in the language of collision; they were ever crashing into each other and ricocheting away—only to find themselves pulled back into another impact.

He wished he'd greeted her with something other than a reminder that they'd had sex the night before for the first time, though only because he assumed she was a prostitute that he'd bought and paid for, for the sole reason that he'd needed a woman that looked like her or he couldn't get it up.

I'll teach the fucker to read," V muttered. "By cramming the Library of Congress up his ass.

Imagine My Little Pony meets KUWTK and serves gluten-free food.

A.J. nodded, covering her smile with a hand as Devlin emerged with his hair messed up and hay hanging off his sweater. He looked like he'd been through a war. "You okay there, champ?" Chester asked. "Those there grain bags can be tough when they come atcha in a pack like that.

It's not about the things. It's about your place in this world. It's the space you declare as yours emotionally and spiritually.

eaning down, it became amply clear that Rhamp had deployed the hot bomb. And Qhuinn had to admit, as he undid the buckle and got the kid back out, that he kind of respected the effort, man to man. Yeah, no pussy loads for his son. The boy dropped that shit like he owned it. Um … literally. Yeah.

she looked at the business card. Only a number. No name or address. What did she expect, though. Vampires-R-Us?