One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
The kiss…was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman's soul. Chloe — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I was in Cancun, Mexico, sitting in a disappearing-edge swimming pool, on a bar stool that was actually under the water, watching… — 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
Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as… — 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
I have a box inside me now that never used to exist. I never needed it before. It's down in my deepest,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can’t breathe around it and you realize you don’t need… — 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
“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. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
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 of Barrons smiling brings other thoughts. Barrons naked. Dancing. Dark head thrown back. Laughing. The image doesn’t “gently swim up in my mind” in a dreamy sort of way, like I’ve seen in movies. No, this… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
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 made excruciatingly clear to him that the human male brain and the human male c*ck couldn't both sustain sufficient amounts of blood to function at the same time. It was one or the other, and the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“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
