“Rhage raised his hand. "Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question." "Yes, my son, you ARE going to hell." Lassiter made the sign… — 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… — 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… — J. R. Ward Copy Share Image
“You can call me Pastor-and before Mr. Sox Fan gets his panties in a wad, I want everyone to know I'm legit.… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
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“You love it right?" Lassiter asked, holding his Bible high. "I mean, you told me to go on the internet. I did.… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
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