G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave

J.R. Ward

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Come here. I need to hold on to you." She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.

distance home needs

It...is for me?" "Aye. So what say you, lover mine. by J.R. Ward

It...is for me?" "Aye. So what say you, lover mine.

mines lovers

Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Ma... by J.R. Ward

Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.

healed-you light thinking

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life.

eye night sex

I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated. by J.R. Ward

I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.

pissed-off frustrated hurt

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese. by J.R. Ward

If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

obese has-beens sex

Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward

sharks numbers moving

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors. by J.R. Ward

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.

causes said

If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop... by J.R. Ward

If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.

lover-unbound reasonable ifs

Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary-and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.

cutting acceptance lying

Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential que... by J.R. Ward

Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.

half soul television

You know, you sound like birds when you do that chuckle thing. It's nice. Over to the left, Vishous put his head in his hands.

nice bird hands

Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.

pet jobs men

But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery stor... by J.R. Ward

But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?

grocery-stores groceries stores

It's not big," Veck said, "but it's flawless. That was important to me. I wanted to give you something...flawless

flawless important giving

When he pulled back, Blay frowned. "You're shaking." Was it possible he wasn't imagining this? "Am I?" "Yes." "I don't care. I love you. I love you so damned much, and I"m sorry that I wasn't male enough to admit—" Blay stopped him with a kiss. "You're plenty male enough now--the rest of it's in the past." "I just...God, I really am shaking, aren't I? Yeah. But it's okay — I've got you." Qhuinn turned his face into one of the male's palms. "You always have. You've always had me...and my heart. My soul. Everything.

sorry love-you heart

The human reached inside Wrath’s jacket and started pulling out weapons. Three throwing stars, a switchblade, a handgun, a length of chain. “Jesus Christ,” the cop muttered as he dropped the steel links on the ground with the rest of the load. “You got some ID? Or wasn’t there enough room in here for a wallet, considering you’re carrying about thirty pounds of concealed weapons?

wrath stars jesus

Wrath clapped his brother on the shoulder. On the whole, though, the SOB was a total keeper. “Forgiven, forgotten.” “Feel free to hammer me anytime.” “Believe me, I do.

wrath brother believe

I'll cab it home." "Naw. I'll hang until you're through. Then I'll drag you back to your apartment. Watch you throw up for an hour. Push you into bed. Before I leave I'll get the coffee machine set up. Aspirin will be right next to the sugar bowl." "I don't have a sugar bowl." "So it'll be next to the bag." Butch smiled. "You'd have made a great wife, Jose." "That's what mine tells me.

wife coffee home

You have cable?” He nodded toward her TV. She tossed him the clicker. “Sure do. And if I remember, there’s a Godzilla marathon on TBS tonight.” “Sweet,” the vampire said, kicking his legs out. “I always root for the monster.” She smiled at him. “Me, too.

vampire roots sweet