Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing? — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Barrons was powerful, broodingly good-looking, insanely wealthy, frighteningly intelligent, and had exquisite taste, not to mention a hard body that emitted some… — 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
He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Since I’ve been on my own, I’ve been eating a lot of popcorn, cereal, instant noodles, and snack bars. I have a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Tuatha De do not walk the human realm alone. Actually, they don't walk alone much anywhere. Only the occasional rogue Fae will… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Dani, Dani, Dani." I flinch. I've never heard anyone say my name so gently. It creeps me all kinds of out. He's… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There’s only one question that matters, Ms. Lane, and it’s the one you never get around to asking. People are capable of… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I wasn't prepared for death. Nobody is. You lose someone you love more than you love yourself, and you get a crash… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
For the past few years, I've been on a quest for a good old-fashioned date, the kind where the guy calls, makes… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Every time I think I’m getting smarter I realize that I’ve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of… — 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
