It's why I laugh so much. If my face is going to stick, I'm going to like looking at it. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
It's so easy to lie. What’s even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
The sun's nearly level with the horizon, right behind his head, making this weird halo effect around his face—as if! I'm surprised… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
As I moved deeper into the room, his gaze dropped to my feet, and worked its way back to my face. I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Time heals. No, it doesn't. At best, time is the great leveler, sweeping us all into coffins. We find ways to distract… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
His face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I began to cry. Barrons looked horrified. "Stop that immediately, Ms. Lane." "I can't." I sniffeled into my cup pf cocoa so… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He strips his shirt over his head and I catch my breath, watching those long hard muscles ripple. I know how his… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I was about to look away when he reached across the seat, touched my jaw with his long, strong, beautiful fingers, and… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
At the very last moment, just before its lips claimed hers, its grip on her face relaxed slightly and she did the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I turned around slowly, and looked up at him. He stiffened and sucked in a shallow breath. After a moment, he touched… — 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
