I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation. Karen Marie Moning More Quotes by Karen Marie Moning More Quotes From Karen Marie Moning She understood now why her friend Elizabeth, with her near-genius, analytical mind gave wide berth to murder mysteries, psychological thrillers, and horror stories, and read only romance novels. Because, by God, when a woman picked up one of those steamy books, she had a firm guarantee that there would be a Happily-Ever-After. That though the world outside those covers could bring such sorrow and disappointment and loneliness, between those covers, the world was a splendid place to be. Karen Marie Moning loneliness disappointment book As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick, hard ridge grazing her jean-clad bottom. Heavens, did that thing never subside? The rest of him might be mortal, but his immortal erection certainly didn't scan to have gotten the memo. 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But now that he was home and given the time to explore those roots, he might be able to make peace with himself at long last. Karen Marie Moning warrior brother home I’m Pri-ya again. I always will be with this man. Karen Marie Moning men He stepped into the morning feeling more alive than he'd felt in months. Hold fast and believe in me, love, he whispered across the centuries. Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves. Karen Marie Moning feelings morning believe
