Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!
J.R. WardStichwörter: vampires zsadist mistress black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward bdb lover-awakened
Phury nodded. "And if she lives with us, we get to keep the cat.
J.R. WardStichwörter: boo black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward bdb phury dark-lover
As he stepped forward, it dawned on her that this was a bad idea. If he wanted to talk she should meet him downstairs. After all, he was very male. And she was very naked. And they were now... yup, shut in a bedroom together.
Good planning. Excellent work. Maybe she should jump out a window next.
Stichwörter: black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward bdb marissa butch lover-revealed
Rhage exhaled slowly, air easing out of his nose. As he sank into his skin, he reveled in the perfection of peace. The heavenly silence. The great roaring absence.
J.R. WardStichwörter: peace silence absence-of-suffering
The thing was, the places of your life, like the clothes you wore and the car you drove and the friends and associates you had, were a product of the way you lived.
J.R. WardStichwörter: inspirational attitude inspirational-life realizations
The door to Blay's room opened wide without a knock, a hello, a hey-are-you-decent.
Qhuinn stood in between the jambs, breathing hard, like he’d run down the hall of statues.
Sh**, had Layla lost the pregnancy after all?
Those mismatched eyes searched around. “You by yourself?”
Why the hell would— Oh, Saxton. Right. “Yes—”
The male took three strides forward, reached up . . . and kissed the ever-loving crap out of Blay.
The kiss was the kind that you remembered all your life, the connection forged with such totality that everything from the feel of the body against your own, to the warm slid of another’s lips on yours, to the power as well as the control, was etched into your mind...
Lover at Last, MS pg. 449
Stichwörter: lover-at-last
In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out of
nowhere.
Now his hands shook for a different reason.
“So,” Saxton said hoarsely. “How was your night?”
“What the hell happened down there?”
Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet another
deep breath. “Family tiff, as it were.”
“Bullsh*t.”
Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. “Must we do this?”
“What happened—”
“I think you and Qhuinn need to talk. And once you do, I won’t have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.”
Blay frowned. “He and I have nothing to say to each other—”
“With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would
suggest otherwise.”
-Lover at Last, pg. 188 of the galleys
Stichwörter: lover-at-last
Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not? - Wrath
J.R. WardLife is such a glorious trauma, is it not?" - Wrath
J.R. WardStraight up, Mels, the only reason I haven't completely jumped you is because I can't. I...can't." He threw up his free hand and let it fall back down to the bedspread. "And you know what sucks? I've been with a lot of women."
Annnnnnnd that made her chest hurt. "Before you were injured..."
He nodded. "Of all the things for my memory to come back on, right?"
Cue another kick in the solar plexus. "You remember them?"
"I hate it– because I would trade every single random fuck for just one night with you." He brushed her face with his fingertips and then brought his thumb to her mouth. With the same gentle pressure he'd put against her wrist, he caressed her lower lip. "I'd give up every one of them. Matter of fact, it feels like...a curse to have finally found someone like you, only to have it be too late. And that's where it's at. It's too late for me, Mels, and that's how you're killing me. When I look at you, when I see you move, when you smile or take a deep breath, I just... I die a little. Every time.
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