I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Turn it off," Ryodan says without even looking at me. "You're distressing Dani. No one distresses Dani but me. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Please tell me we don't grow up and turn into the adults that drive us crazy. — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Just one time before I turn into the villain of this piece, just one time before I become the fourth and final… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I know part of what turns me on so hard, makes me so violent with lust, is that he's dangerous. I fell… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
When Drustan reached the bottom step, she flung herself into his arms. He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her… — 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
I turned around slowly, and looked up at him. He stiffened and sucked in a shallow breath. After a moment, he touched… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
A comfort zone can be a mental state:Belief in God is a lot of peoples's comfort zone. Dont get me wrong, I'm… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
There are moments in my life when I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I’m supposed… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Och, Dani my darling, you're not giving me a single reason to wait for you to grow up. You're giving me a thousand reasons not to." It's Christian! I'm so glad it's him, not one of the other princes! I turn around in his arms and tip my head back. "Hi, Christian!" I beam at him. He's hotter than the… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share
“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