“The man kisses me and I just hop right on him like he's the hottest new ride at Disneyland.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy? — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Is there anything love couldn't make us do? --MARTIAL, C.E. C.40-104” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Just one time before I turn into the villain of this piece, just one time before I become the fourth and final… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed--he got a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Gwen smiled. "Hardly. Bedraggled is being in the full throes of nicotine withdrawal, and after a week on a bus with a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“If she could have anything in the world, he'd asked her, what would it be? She'd answered that one without hesitation: a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
You were firing questions at me today, trying to get inside my head. You asked if I believed in God. I told… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I can't find a man I want, and I'm beginning to think the problem is me. Maybe I expect too much. Maybe… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“She shrugged, looking as baffled by it as he felt. "I don't know. I wonder sometimes if people even know what love… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I can either be a victim—or a winner. Fuck victimhood. I don’t wear it well; it clashes with my wardrobe.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“I think I’m under control, that I’ve stripped away all weaknesses. That committing to my mission has made me impervious. I’m wrong. The thought… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Desire makes life happen. Makes it matter. Makes everything worth it. Desire is life. Hunger to see the next sunrise or sunset, to touch… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“Finally, someone had seen him. And what had he done? Let her get away. Undermined by his disgusting human anatomy. It had just been… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“Our sex is fierce. We will both be bruised. "I want it to always be like this," I tell him. "Try holding onto that… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Strength wasn‘t about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“He swapped the fistful of my shirt for one in my hair, and ground his mouth against mine.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
He’s so beautiful,” she said wistfully. “He’s like an angel.” “Yep,” I agreed flatly. “The one that fell. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“Flattered as I am that you count me among the beautiful people, Barrons, allow me to point out that I’m still alive. I encountered… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
