“I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I... uh, hurt your feelings or something." She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated." His head snapped back on his spine. Well... then. Okaaaaay.” — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“I'm not into sluts. Our tradition says you honor your body by sharing it only with someone you are halved with. Guess I can't… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Ehric frowned as he peeled a Post-It note off the package. "Preheat to three seventy-five." His brother went to the wall ovens and began pushing buttons. "Convection?" "Doesn't say." "Damn it." Under and other circumstances, Assail would have found it impossible to believe that Ecale was wasting his meager urge to speak on cooking. But Marisol and her grandmother had… — J. R. Ward Copy Share
“Where do humans meet for normal dates?’ How the hell would she know? Except then she remembered Mary saying something about a colleague of… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“The thing was, Qhuinn felt like he wanted to explain things. Unfortunately, and unlike his slut cousin, Saxton the Cocksucker, he had no gift… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Beth had never been one of those girls who'd imagined her wedding. Acted it out with some barbies. Bought Bride magazine as soon as she hit her twenties. She was pretty sure that if she had been, though, none of the hypotheticals would have resembled this in the slightest: surrounded by vampires, possibly pregnant, with a fallen angel in an… — J. R. Ward Copy Share
“Beth,” he whispered. “Come back to me.” He brought more of his blood to her. “Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“He wanted to see her eat. After the sex, after he came inside her, he wanted to have her eat food he'd bought her, and he wanted her to take the stuff from his hand. Hell, he wanted to go out and kill something for her, bring the meat back, cook it himself, and feed her until she was full.… — J. R. Ward Copy Share
“She shut the door and moved on to the floor-to-ceiling cabinets. “There is nothing here. Nothing. What do you eat?” “Ah…” Assail found himself… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Så i dette forferdelige øyeblikket i ekteskapet sitt klamret han seg av alle krefter til støvsugerens vuggesang mens han lurte på om han noen… — J. R. Ward 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 alt for… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
