Quotes from J.R. Ward

You gotta cut that shit out." Lassiter's voice harmonized with the sound of the toilet flushing. Which so made sense. "Christ, don't you ever knock?" "It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?" "Yes, and let's put it over your mouth." -Lassiter & Tohr

Do you have any idea how many detectives get MRIs because they have persistent headaches and are convinced they have a brain tumor? But it's never that. And there's nothing wrong with my mind, is there.

The Chosen Layla was what had changed everything for him, recasting the Brotherhood from target to tolerable, from enemy to co-existable tenant in the world. In

Xcor mounted her and pushed his cock in deep, his fingers biting into her hip bones and holding her as he started to pound. Now her breasts were kicking this way and that, and her lower teeth clapped into her upper ones, and her arms flapped. But her eyes were like fire as the animal in him subjugated the animal in her. He

Normal is just what's average, it's not necessarily the only way of being, or living

He was so hard, like a stone wall, but he was warm, and her body relaxed. Next to him she was able to feel the weight of her own bones, the hard floor underneath her, the currents in the room as the heat came on. Through his presence, she connected to the world around her again.

Keep your hands to yourself, Adrian." God knew the angel seemed willing to fuck anything that moved—which made you wonder if not moving would be a rate-limiting step for him. With a curse, Adrian went all holier-than-thou. "I only touch if they ask." "What a relief." "But you know, reanimation is possible.

In the short time they'd known each other, Jane had barged into that secret chamber in his chest, shoved Butch out of the way, and slammed herself in good and tight. And it felt right. The fit felt right.

Guardando il bel viso del suo migliore amico, Qhuinn ebbe la sensazione di conoscere da sempre quei capelli rossi, quegli occhi azzurri, quelle labbra, quella mascella. E fu proprio in virtù della loro lunga storia in comune che cercò qualcosa da dire, qualcosa in grado di riportarli al punto di partenza. Tutto ciò che gli venne in mente fu... Mi manchi. Mi manchi talmente tanto che sto male, ma non so come trovarti, anche se sei qui davanti a me.

Dearest Virgin—um, Oversexed Lassiter

Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love… love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.

If you want to get back to being productive, you're going to have to look under all those rocks, feel your feelings, and come out on the other side of that journey.

off Jane's body and positioned her so she was tucked into his chest. He liked her up close on his left side, with his fighting hand free to kill for her.

Yo no quiero perderte." "No quiero que me pierdas.

Ink drawing was a lot like life: One mistake and the whole thing was ruined.

As they stood together, united against the winter wind, the darkness in his body was pierced by a warm glow. Her love was the light in his blindness. The feel of her was the heaven he didn't need to see to know. And if she had this much faith in him, she was his courage and his purpose, too.

We find ways of repeating things until we get them right. But that can be dangerous. Especially if we're trying to fix things we never should have owned in the first place.

Ya voy, trhayner. Dame la mano." Butch extendió la mano con desesperación. Vishous se quitó el guante y agarró al poli, bien y fuerte. La energía de V, esa hermosa luz blanca, se infiltró por el brazo de Butch, con una descarga de purificación y renacimiento. Enlazaron las manos y volvieron a ser dos mitades, luz y oscuridad. El Destructor y el Salvador. Un todo.

I tried to kill myself last night, he said to her in his head. And I have no idea why.

Let's try Your Excellency." Layla

You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always do right, but their souls remain pure. You are untainted at your core. Now close your eyes, numb nuts, I

Passare del tempo con te è come guardare la vernice che si asciuga.» La voce di Lassiter riecheggiò fino alle stalattiti appese all'alta volta della Tomba. «Senza neanche che la casa migliori. Il che è una tragedia, visto com'è questo posto. Voi ragazzi avete sempre un debole per le tinte fosche? Mai sentito parlare dell'Ikea?» «Noi siamo vampiri», disse Tohr. «Mica fatine.»

He was well aware of when she fell asleep—her breathing changed and her leg twitched from time to time. He wondered if she was kicking him in the ass in her dreams.

And then he said, "Forgive me … my love." He pulled back and smoothed her cheek while gently kissing her lips. "I fear I am rather … territorial when it comes to you." She laughed. "You be as territorial as you want. Coming from you, I like it.