Quotes About J.R. Ward

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

Oh, the humanity.... It was a wonder Rhage hadn't blinded himself with all that pop culture.

There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that.

God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy. Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the vampire types. But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker named Howard? Eugene?

Rhage raised his hand Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question. Yes my son, you are going to hell

Oh, the humanity.... It was a wonder Rhage hadn't blinded himself with all that pop culture.

Phury was the only other possibility, but he was a celibate with a broken frickin' heart. Not really man-whore material.

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.

Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies.

Fucking lilacs. I'm the only immortal with allergies. I swear.' - Eddie, Crave

Then again, the urge to commit matricide was stressful as shit-when you couldn't act on it.

His blush was the color of Valentine's Day and she had to tell her heart to calm the fuck down as it started to beat fast.

I ejaculated about ten minutes ago and the stuff was black. So everything is not normal. Silence greeted that happy little announcement. Man, if he had hauled off and sucker-punched V, he would have gotten less of a shocked-out reaction.

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they'd recently added a Tragedy line.

John? As it was dark he whistled a what. You are such a male of worth, you know that. You really are.

Holy shit. Rehv shook his head and muttered, Now we know what the zombie apocalypse looks like.

She was pretty sure that if she had been, though, none of the hypotheticals would have resembled this in the slightest: surrounded by vampires, possibly pregnant, with a fallen angel in an Elvis costume mangling the ceremony from the Book of Common Prayer.

Bacon's on the way. He smiled. Hey, they like you! Wrath to Beth after the brother's bow to her.

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.

Then how about we start with a shower, he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.

Three a.m. in downtown Caldwell, New York, gave you just enough obstacles to keep shit amusing.

You know you were with the lessers, true? Butch lifted one of his busted-up hands. And here I thought I'd been to Elizabeth Arden.

You're so damned superior," she muttered. "I'm the son of a fucking deity. You want me to be average?