End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home. — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“We sensible often resist intrusive love and its chaos practically, employing measures to prevent the former for fear of the latter. But… — Tiffany Madison 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… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
Wow," she breathed. "I know, right? Hung like a horse." "If you're really nice-and you live through this-I'll promise not to tell… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, was not the kind of male anyone addressed like that. Except, apparently, for Wrath. In this case,… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile. — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh. — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well. Instead, he placed a wooden… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation. Maybe he'd thrown a clot? A cock clot... or maybe...… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“DEDICATED TO: YOU - it has been so long, too long, since you have had a home. ” — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, "I'm still in love with him." Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
