Quotes from J.R. Ward

If you are no well enough to procure your own dressing, you should not be upon your feet downstairs." "Oh, I am plenty strong to retrieve the robe. I am just trying to spare you the inevitable comparisons between our malehoods. Your disappointment would be legion. I am quite phearsom." "You are full of it.

Mira, John, no quiero joderte la vida —murmuró Rehv—. Pero yo sé lo que es amar a Xhex. Ella no tiene la culpa de ser como es, pero es un infierno para los demás, créeme.

Yes, he thought, to survive, one must not be alone. And one must have a partner of worth. Possess that? And you were richer than any King and queen who e'er roamed the earth.

We can't run from our pasts. We shouldn't even try.

She didn't have to go to these things. And she could wear her damn diamonds in her bathrobe and be perfectly happy.

The young male had been toyed with cruelly, his body a pincushion of shallow stabs. Going by the raw patches on his knees and the gravel in his palms, he'd tried to drag himself away a number of times.

The secrets buried by shame were always the most poisonous ones, and the destruction they wrought was the insidious kind, under the surface and mostly hidden.

Yo, Rapunzel, you going to let down your frickin' hair, there?

God knew Qhuinn had fucked his best friend too many times. Or not, as the case was.

Turned out, her version of true love had a compulsive element to it. Made sense. Happiness had always bored her. A cycle of aching need, followed by ecstatic acquisition or fulfillment, culminating with a glow of satisfaction? That was her fucking jam.

Lane shut the door on the man's face, grabbed a pair of boxers from the bureau, and yanked them on so hard, he nearly wedgie'd himself. Try not to kill him, Lizzie muttered as he headed back for the idiot. I make no promises.

Hasta las decisiones más sencillas tienen implicaciones que al final pueden ser demoledoras. Aquí, en cambio, todo está en orden.

Wrath was six feet, six inches of pure terror dressed in leather. His hair was long and black, falling straight from a widow's peak. Wraparound glasses hid eyes that no one had ever seen revealed. Shoulders twice the size of most males'. With a face that was both aristocratic and brutal, he looked like the king he was by birthright and the soldier he'd become by destiny.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Trez frowned at the sound. Cracking one eye open, he found his brother standing over his bed, Boo the black cat in the male's arms, an expression of disapproval narrowing those icy eyes. His brother's, not the cat's.

When Butch returned, Wrath heaved again. "Two more." There was another grunt and a rattle. "Fuck me." "Not on your life." "Fine. Fuck you.

Parecía tan segura y decidida que Payne se sintió diminuta ante la sombra de su coraje. Diminuta y débil. ¿Quién era ella, después de todo? ¿Qué era: un reflejo o una realidad?

Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

He shifted his eyes over and dodged the question. "Since when are you an animal lover?" "I hate this goddamn cat.

Next one of you mouthy assholes makes me pound my desk again, I'm throwing you the fuck out." On that note, he reached down, picked up the cowering ninety-pound retriever, and settled George in his lap. "You're freaking out my dog and it's pissing me off." As

The great blind King sat his ass back down. And if you were any other living thing you might say he sulked a little. His lower lip pouching out. His brows sinking lower. Then in a bid to calm himself, which he would of denied,he reached down and petted George. That golden retriever was the sunshine to Wraith's thunder.

Te puedo preguntar una cosa un poco delicada? —Al ver que su macho se encogía de hombros, siguió—: Aquella noche que me llevaste a la ciudad, ¿fue la primera vez que volvías a aquellos sitios? —No había vuelto. No me gusta quedarme en el pasado. Siempre miro hacia delante. —Cómo te envidio. Yo, en cambio, no puedo librarme de mi propia historia.

Craziness, indeed. And

The great blind King sat his ass back down. And if you were any other living thing you might say he sulked a little. His lower lip pooching out. His brows sinking lower. Then in a bid to calm himself, which he would of denied, he reached down and petted George. That golden retriever was the sunshine to Wraith's thunder.

Beth turned back around. "Selena, you always look lovely, but we have some contemporary clothes for you to consider, ones that are maybe a little more—" "You'll look like something other than a window drape." Xhex rolled her eyes. "I know, I know, I'll shut up from now on. But it's the truth.