Dude, the bush is ready. Why you still beating around it?” “I’ve lived a long time, kid, and I’ve never heard anyone… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Life isn't always fair, lass, but that doesn't mean it can't still be sweet."- Dageus — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Do you think a woman can give a man everything while still withholding her heart? We are not made that way! -… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building." "But not his car," I said, a… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I gained everything. Or at least I'll think so," he growled, suddenly impatient, anxious, "when you give me a bloody answer to… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Procrastinating is number three on my Stupid List. You still end up exactly where you didn't want to be, doing exactly what… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Then why was his tongue in your mouth? Was he conducting a clinical test of your gag reflex?" He smiled, but not… — 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
Every time I think I’m getting smarter I realize that I’ve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of… — 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… — 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
