“Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and bitch slap someone.” — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“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 pushing buttons. "Convection?" "Doesn't say." "Damn it." Under and other circumstances, Assail would have found it impossible to believe that Ecale was wasting his meager urge to speak on cooking. But Marisol and her grandmother had… — J. R. Ward Copy Share
“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
