He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well.
Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn't wait to get out of the room.
Except he stopped before he left, "I gotchu, my brother," he said to the door.
"I know, V. You always have.

~Vishous and Tohrment Lover Reborn

J.R. Ward

Mots clés vishous tohrment lover-reborn gotchu i-gotchu

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Wow," she breathed.
"I know, right? Hung like a horse."
"If you're really nice-and you live through this-I'll promise not to tell V."
"About my size."
She laughed a little, "No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally.

J.R. Ward

Mots clés jane vishous lover-reborn lassiter

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I would do anything for you. Anything."

With that, he pushed his way out...and as the door eased shut, she realized that I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase.

Actions did mean more than words.

J.R. Ward

Mots clés love hurt siblings black-dagger-brotherhood vishous payne

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Mots clés wrath accurate vishous bdb lover-reborn

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Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

J.R. Ward

Mots clés vishous

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I'm going to love you so good and so long you're gonna be convinced no earthly thing could have brought us together

J.R. Ward

Mots clés vishous

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Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like… bus exhaust or some shit.

J.R. Ward

Mots clés vishous rhage butch

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He cleared his throat and reminded himself that if you pissed Her Holiness off, they'd need barbecue tongs to pick up your steaming pieces.

J.R. Ward

Mots clés vampire black-dagger-brotherhood vishous v

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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 me.”
I wish, V thought.

Butch and Vishous

J.R. Ward

Mots clés humor romance paranormal-romance vampire vishous butch-vishous ard vutch

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Carving?"
"Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait."
Jane whistled under her breath. "Do I get to do it?"
He barked a laugh. "No!"
"Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.

J.R. Ward

Mots clés jane vishous

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