“I'm not into sluts. Our tradition says you honor your body by sharing it only with someone you are halved with. Guess I can't… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Ehric frowned as he peeled a Post-It note off the package. "Preheat to three seventy-five." His brother went to the wall ovens and began… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Where do humans meet for normal dates?’ How the hell would she know? Except then she remembered Mary saying something about a colleague of… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“The thing was, Qhuinn felt like he wanted to explain things. Unfortunately, and unlike his slut cousin, Saxton the Cocksucker, he had no gift… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Beth had never been one of those girls who'd imagined her wedding. Acted it out with some barbies. Bought Bride magazine as soon as… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Beth,” he whispered. “Come back to me.” He brought more of his blood to her. “Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“He wanted to see her eat. After the sex, after he came inside her, he wanted to have her eat food he'd bought her,… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“She shut the door and moved on to the floor-to-ceiling cabinets. “There is nothing here. Nothing. What do you eat?” “Ah…” Assail found himself… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Så i dette forferdelige øyeblikket i ekteskapet sitt klamret han seg av alle krefter til støvsugerens vuggesang mens han lurte på om han noen… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Er det sant at du gjorde rent i huset mitt?” spurte hun. Å pokker… Det eneste svaret han hadde på det, var alt for… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
