How ironic. Now that he wasn't with Blay, he was being faithful to the fucker.

J.R. Ward

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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

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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

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I don't do farm animals.
Can't stand hay in your leathers?
Or wool in my teeth.

J.R. Ward

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Reilly is fine.”
For a moment, his lids dropped low, and she could have sworn that he muttered under his breath something like, She sure is.
But no doubt it was her new underwear making her hear things.

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Ah, yes, the departmental shrink. And in the silence that followed, he knew everyone was waiting for him to groan, but he wasn’t a Lethal Weapon wild card, damn it.
Yeah. For example, he couldn’t dislocate his shoulder, he didn’t live on the beach with a dog, and he wasn’t rocking a death wish. You’re welcome.

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[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.

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Listen, Cormia, I need you to know something."
As she looked down at him, his eyes were the most amazing thing she'd ever seen, hypnotic, the color of citrines in firelight. "Yes?"
"I love you."
Her heart clenched. "What?"
"I love you." He shook his head and eased back so he was sitting cross-legged. "Oh, Christ... I've made such a mess out of everything. But I love you. I wanted you to know it because... Well, shit, because it matters, and because it means I can't be with other Chosen. I can't be with them, Cormia. It's you or it's nobody.

J.R. Ward

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I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing

J.R. Ward


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Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow

J.R. Ward


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