“If you’ve bullshitted me, angel, I’m going to kill you.” The other male rolled his eyes. “I’m already dead, idiot.” — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Tohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days." Z… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“And then Tohr said softly, "I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
Rhage burning deep inside Uncontrollable Phury, unable to hide Trust me and I'll let my Wrath begin This Tohrment building up within… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home. — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Parking himself on the chaise lounge, he stared at the gown that Lassiter had handled so roughly. The fine satin was bunched… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Courtesy of their tempers, both were now dressed in the Captain Asshole costume—which included, for no extra charge, the cape of disgrace,… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“There was a soft chiming sound, which meant, tragedy of tragedies, the angel had just popped himself up onto the countertop. “So,… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
Maybe I could do it." Darius shot him a dry look. "You want to try to get back into your house after… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Abruptly, she yanked the covers over her crippled one, hiding it from him. Tohr marched right back over to her, and resolutely… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
What the—Have you been crying?" Tohrment demanded. "Are you all right? Dear God, is it the baby?" "Tohr, relax. I'm a female,… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well. Instead, he placed a wooden… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation. Maybe he'd thrown a clot? A cock clot... or maybe...… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
It was the wife, John thought. And she was giving this tough guy a tongue-lashing. And the man was taking it. "Okay.… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Tohr took a pull of his beer. “What the hell is this?” “When Harry Met Sally.” Tohr lowered the longneck from his… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
Tohr: "Doesn't have to be easy to be right." John: "In that case, we're meant for each other. — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
