Dude, the bush is ready. Why you still beating around it?” “I’ve lived a long time, kid, and I’ve never heard anyone… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing. He jerked so sharply away that his long… — 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
Churches crack me up. They're like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a… — 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
Barrons laughed again. "And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: Falling in love with a man's potential.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Suddenly so many things she'd overheard her brothers and Quinn saying when Grimm had been in residence made sense, and upon reflection… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Don't leave me, Rainbow Girl." Rainbow Girl. Was that who I was? It seemed so long ago. I smiled faintly. "Remember the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
My city. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said “our world.” He always said “your world.”… — 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
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 am a kite in a tornado but I have a long string. There is tension in my line. Somewhere, someone is… — 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
