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
Like is an emotion. Emotions”—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—“are like holding water. You open your hand, there’s… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Liminal sucks. You can't grasp it with your hands and shape it. You can't make midnight come faster, or grow up sooner,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It's big and holds easy but sure. It's… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to… — 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
Propping the mirror against the wall near the door, he waved a hand at it and clipped, "Drustan: Cian MacKeltar. Cian: Drustan… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I've learned a thing or two from Barrons: Power is sexy. It shapes my spine, infuses my beckoning hand. I have not… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I felt the electricity of his body behind me as he reached around me and took the card from my hand. He… — 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
There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?” Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I am the man you've needed all you life. I can give you whatever you wish before you even realize you are… — 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
A comfort zone can be a mental state:Belief in God is a lot of peoples's comfort zone. Dont get me wrong, I'm… — 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
