“That is one fine female, true?" V said. There was a low, affirmative grumble. "And someone you do not want to mess… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Go 'head." Those freaky-ass black eyes had stared at Butch with the intensity of a shark. "Crack open that door. Run your… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue. But no, she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.” — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy. Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Well?” he asked, smiling devilishly. “I promise, I won’t hurt you, Nikki. In fact, I imagine you’ll enjoy my company, tremendously.” I… — Kristen Middleton Copy Share Image
“The guy stroked his goatee. “What do you call twenty guys watching the World Series?” “The New York Yankees,” Butch replied. The… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused… — Rae Hachton Copy Share Image
“I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Wrath dragged Beth into his arms and hugged her hard, talking in that other language again. When he pulled back, he ended… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
