If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night? — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
One of the primary tenets of the course was that highly successful leaders kept journals, morning and night, in order to stay… — 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
Abruptly, she knew that after this night she was never going to be the same again. Nothing was ever going to be… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Temptation isn't a sin that you triumph over once, completely and then you're free. Temptation slips into bed with you each night… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I wasn't prepared for death. Nobody is. You lose someone you love more than you love yourself, and you get a crash course in mortality. You lie awake night after night, wondering if you really believe in heaven and hell and finding all kinds of reasons to cling to faith, because you can't bear to believe they aren't out there… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
Nightfall. “What a strange word. ‘Night’ I get. But ‘fall’ is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
You could ask me to teach you.” “Huh?” This night is getting weird in a hurry. “Teach me like you’re teaching a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
You’re early.” I give him a mutinous look. Of course he thinks my being early is about him. It’s not. Mac was… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
It began as most thing begin. Not on a dark and stormy night. Not foreshadowed by ominous here comes the villain music,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“He calls me his Queen of the Night. He shows me the wonders in this incredible city. He encourages me to find my own way, and to choose what I think is right or wrong. And the sex, God, the sex! I never knew what sex was until him! It’s not soft music and candlelight, a choice, a deliberate action.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“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
