“I had no idea how it knew, but it knew I knew, and I knew it, and there was no point in… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Since the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“He’s disturbingly sexual to men and women alike in a way that sets your teeth on edge. With Barrons you aren’t sure… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I get it the whole idea of willingly going to hell for someone. Living there insane if you have to because you’d… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Did you fuck him?” “Ah!” I yelled. “Of course not!” I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Why have you chosen to spare me?” “I want us to be…what is your word? Friends.” “Psychotic rapists don’t have friends.” “I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I must have stood there for five minutes trying to talk myself into opening it. The unknown is a vast paralyzing limbo.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“I’m heir to the “sex is just sex” generation and I hate it. Not only friends have sex, people who don’t like… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“He places the last pillow on the pile and looks at me. He jerks his head to the pile of pillows. “I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Ms. Lane.”Barrons’ voice is deep, touched with that strange Old World accent and mildly pissed off. Jericho Barrons is often mildly pissed… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Mac draws up short to keep from slamming into Barrons and her blonde hair swings back over her shoulder, brushing his face… — 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
