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
I think dating courtesies are common courtesies that should be practiced in most all civilized encounters. I pine for the days of… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Distinguish yourself [...] in an age where girls often make themselves too available to boys, by making him work a little for… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Just saying, things ain't always bad just 'cause you don't understand 'em or ain't like 'em. That's like thinking anybody who's smarter… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I wake up wating you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Driving a hot car is a lot like sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking sex should be: A… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Barrons laughed again. "And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: Falling in love with a man's potential.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
When Darroc returns, I know by the look in his eyes that I've chosen well. He thinks I picked black and red… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I'm a little off the beaten track. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Home, Ms. Lane?” His deep voice was gently amused. “I have to call it something,” I said morosely. “They say home is… — 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.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
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… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
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… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“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