J.R. Ward Quote
Jesus Christ. . . he was not Omega's son. Was he?No. V said. You are not. He just wants to believe you are. And he wants you to think you are. But that doesn't make it true.There was a long silence. Then Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean. . . hello? You are this beefy Irish white boy. He's like. . . bus exhaust or some shit.Butch glanced over at Hollywood. You're sick, you know that?Yeah, but you love me, right? Come on, I know you feel me.
J.R. Ward
Jesus Christ. . . he was not Omega's son. Was he?No. V said. You are not. He just wants to believe you are. And he wants you to think you are. But that doesn't make it true.There was a long silence. Then Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean. . . hello? You are this beefy Irish white boy. He's like. . . bus exhaust or some shit.Butch glanced over at Hollywood. You're sick, you know that?Yeah, but you love me, right? Come on, I know you feel me.
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About J.R. Ward
Jessica Rowley Pell Bird Blakemore (born April 19, 1969) is an American novelist. Under her maiden name, Jessica Bird, she writes contemporary romance novels, and as J.R. Ward, she writes paranormal romance. She is a three-time winner of the Romance Writers of America RITA Award, once as Bird for Best Short Contemporary Romance for From the First and twice as Ward for Best Paranormal Romance for Lover Revealed and Dearest Ivie, and her books have been on The New York Times Best Seller list.