I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Temptation isn't a sin that you triumph over once, completely and then you're free. Temptation slips into bed with you each night… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
raking a hand through his hair, he forced his attention to the text she'd left on the coffee table, refusing to dwell… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Let's get something straight, MacKeltar. I am not going home with you. I am not going to bed with you, and I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I didn’t say, You are such a stuffy asshole. And he didn’t say, If you ever burn one of my quarter-of-a-million dollar… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
My breathing was shallow and my hands were fists. 'Oh, yes, I'm going to have to kill you Barrons.' I said coolly,… — 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 Image
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 Image
Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
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 Image
“He swapped the fistful of my shirt for one in my hair, and ground his mouth against mine.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
