You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
As she lifted the glittering strand of diamonds from the box, a small slip of paper fell out. She caught it as… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I'd gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back, just like Daddy always said it would: You want to know… — 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 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
Since the moment I laid eyes on Jericho Barrons, I wanted him. I wanted him to do things to me that pink… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair,… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
We see ourselves in other people’s eyes. It’s the nature of the human race; we are a species of reflection, hungry for… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
Chloe-lass: If I'm not here with you now, I'm beyond this life, for 'tis the only way I'll ever let you go.… — 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
I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure…he reads me so well. He's known… — 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
