J.R. Ward

And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?""Don't-" Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?

The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. "Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females?""How about you get off my dick?

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

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

Well, wasn't this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

Then again, he supposed the healing process, in contrast to trauma, was gentle and slow... The soft closing of a door, rather than a slam.- John

The past is what it is__ood and bad, it__ written and unchanging. And there__ solace to be had in that.__ears pricked her eyes. __hat do you mean?__here was a long pause. __he good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can__ get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible.

Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.

They don't fit you?" V asked his roommate."Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People." Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. "I mean, come on.""They're for fighting, not fashion.""So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan.""And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off."Butch assumed a bored expression. "You can bite

He had been aware of the distance traveled by his heart, similar to the way a hiker became lost in the wilderness. A half mile out and you could still see where you had started, could easily find the way back home. But ten miles and a number of forks in your trail later and there was no going back. At that point, you had no choice but to marshal the resources to build yourself a shelter and put down fresh roots.

Rough times." Qhuinn shrugged. "And I'm not interested in saints.""Really? You're in love with one," Layla chimed in.As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. "Damn straight I am," he said softly.As the redhead turned red--natch--that connection between the two males became positively tangible.Love was such a beautiful thing.

They massacred the servants before killing my parents. I saw it all through a knothole in the wood. As I said, my eyes were better back then.

She silenced him with her mouth, then pulled back. "You can't change what I think of you."He reached up and brushed her lower lip with his thumb."If you truly knew me, everything you believe would change.""Your heart would be the same. And that is what I love.

I love her so damned much." Manny heard himself say. __hat__ my heart right there. That__ my woman_.

Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.

You know,_ he said, __his is why I love you so much.__er tone was heartbreakingly warm. __hat do you mean?__ou don__ ask me to go inside because it__ cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand.

As the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dog__ big head and stroking the soft fur_playing with an ear_dipping down and _ding the long waves that _wed from the animal__ broad, strong chest.Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course.It just felt nice, was all.

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!