Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Air ye deaf, lass?" I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I never thought there might be one like you out there. Unaware, untrained. Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
If he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
You might be able to thrash your way out of a spiderweb, but thrashing in quicksand doesn’t work. The harder you fight,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he might be feared by everyone else, but he never ripped out my throat, only licked me,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
A comfort zone can be a mental state:Belief in God is a lot of peoples's comfort zone. Dont get me wrong, I'm… — 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
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
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
It leaned forward, elbows on its knees, all amusement vanishing from its features, leaving its chiseled visage quietly regal, dignified. "I give… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a pernicious Fae, Ms. Lane? Have you any… — 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
