It‘s funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
...When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly." "And here I thought it took several… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
They loved so intensely that moments of their life have been etched into the very fabric of the mansion. Some say the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Life's not linear at all. It happens in lighting flashes. So fast you don't see those lay-you-out cold moments coming at you… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He'd made her feel what Barrons made me feel. Bigger than I could possibly be, larger than life, on fire with possibilities,… — 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
The wound you refuse to dress is one that will never heal. You gush lifeblood and never even know why. It will… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I am going to love you now, slow and sweet, but when you come, I'm going to f*** you the way I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Let's get something straight, MacKeltar. I am not going home with you. I am not going to bed with you, and I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I couldn’t move. It’s something I’m still ashamed of. You always wonder how you’ll handle a moment of crisis; if you’ve got what it takes to fight or if you’ve just been deluding yourself all along that somewhere deep inside you there’s steel beneath the magnolia. Now I knew the truth. There wasn’t. I was all petals and pollen. Good… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Regardless of how many people I surrounded myself with, no matter how many friends and family I loved and was loved by… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Have you ever had one of those moments when time just freezes? You know, when the world suddenly goes deathly still, and… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I realized early in my career that precisely what one reader doesn't like is what another reader loves. Collectively, any writer's audience presents a mishmash of expectations that can never all be met. What one-tenth of my readership may not be crazy about the other nine-tenths savors. The moment you start altering a book or a painting or any type… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Chloe-lass: If I'm not here with you now, I'm beyond this life, for 'tis the only way I'll ever let you go. ... I hoped I loved you well, sweet, for I know even now that you are my brightest shining star. I knew it the moment I saw you. Ah, lass, you so adore your artifacts. This thief covets… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
I felt the electricity of his body behind me as he reached around me and took the card from my hand. He… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
All my life, up until that moment, I'd had a warm, protective blanket wrapped around me, knitted of aunts and uncles, purled… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
At the very last moment, just before its lips claimed hers, its grip on her face relaxed slightly and she did the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I turned around slowly, and looked up at him. He stiffened and sucked in a shallow breath. After a moment, he touched… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There’s only one question that matters, Ms. Lane, and it’s the one you never get around to asking. People are capable of… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There are moments in my life when I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I’m supposed… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was… — 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
