You are in a prison with no bars. I worry about you. J.R. Ward More Quotes by J.R. Ward More Quotes From J.R. Ward And I left the aspirin next to the phone with a tall glass of water. Figured you weren’t going to be able to make it to the coffeepot. Take three, turn your ringer off, and sleep. If anything exciting happens, I’ll come and get you.” “I love you, honey.” “So buy me a mink and a nice pair of earrings for our anniversary.” “You got it. J.R. Ward nicelove-yousleep Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out. J.R. Ward lover-unboundgrinningfreak A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. “How’d you like to stay for dinner?” Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? “How’d you like to be dinner?” said another one, who looked like some kind of model. J.R. Ward tattoobaseballhands Man, you cannot be real," the human said softly. "Why not?" "You just can't." She laughed a little. "Well, I am." He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin. "Mind if I ask you to prove it?" "How?" "Can I touch your hair? J.R. Ward realhairmen No, thanks.” Rhage laughed. “I’m a good little sewer, as you know firsthand. Now who’s your friend?” “Beth Randall, this is Rhage. An associate of mine. Rhage, this is Beth, and she doesn’t do movie stars, got it?” “Loud and clear.” Rhage leaned to one side, trying to see around Wrath. “Nice to meet you, Beth.” “Are you sure you don’t want to go to a hospital?” she said weakly. “Nah. This one’s just messy. When you can use your large intestine as a belt loop, that’s when you hit the pros. J.R. Ward wrathnicestars Giving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. “Wait. I need to ask him a question.” “You want to know his shoe size or something?” Butch snapped. “Fourteen,” Wrath drawled. “I’ll remember that at Christmas, asshole. J.R. Ward shoeswrathgiving Because when I looked at you across that table at the diner, no one else existed. And whether or not anything happens between you and me, it took meeting you to show me what I was missing. J.R. Ward dinerstablesmissing I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook." "See? I'm so not Prince Charming. J.R. Ward shoulderscharmingsaid Dedicated to: You. There will never be another like you. For me...you are the one. Yeah, I don't have enough words for this. J.R. Ward yeahlike-youenough I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth. J.R. Ward woolteethanimal [Devina] “You know, Adrian, you ever get bored with being a Goody Two-shoes, you could come over to my side.” “Because you have cookies, right.” Those black eyes returned to his own. “And so much more.” “Well, I’m on a diet. Sorry—but thanks for the invite. J.R. Ward shoeseyesorry Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous. J.R. Ward fabulous Use me. You've done so much for us-" Marissa said. "Not.....for you." V said. "He's alive because of you. So that's everything." V shook his head and turned away from the wrist. "Can't." "I need you. I'm sick from what I do. I need you." Butch whispered. Vishous fixated on Butch. "Only for...you... not me." "For both of us" "All of us," Marissa interjtected. V took a deep breth and bit into the wrist. J.R. Ward sickuseneeds Do me a favor?” he whispered. Beth's hold tightened on his hand. ”Anything, what do you need?” ”Hum the Jeopardy theme.” There was a pause.Then Beth burst out laughing and swatted his shoulder. ”Wrath-” ”Actually,take your clothes off and hum it while doing some belly grooves.” As his shellan bent down and kissed his forehead, he looked up at her through his wraparounds. ”You think I'm kidding? Come on, we both need the distraction. And I promise I'll tip well” "You never carry cash." He extended his tongue and swept it over his upper lip. "I plan on working it off. J.R. Ward clotheshandsthinking good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true. J.R. Ward tossbasketsnext So what’d you do to the lesser?” a male voice said. “I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off,” another one answered. “He didn’t come down for breakfast, you feel me? J.R. Ward malesvoicebreakfast People going in the wrong direction will get like that. Round pegs just don't fit in square holes. J.R. Ward fitsquarespeople The one good thing about the Angels was they always colored within the lines. They had to. Suckers. J.R. Ward linesgood-thingsangel Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on. J.R. Ward adrenal-glandsglandsmiddle I lived for the night, because I could go over to your house. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing, actually. It was… you. J.R. Ward housenight
