J.R. Ward Quotes

He's into you, isn't he. Answer the question, Marissa. Flyboy with the superhero plasma... he wants you, doesn't he?-Butch and Marissa

Hell yeah, you can pay. This was your idea and I’m not blowing part of my rent money this month just to prove I’m a feminist. I can do that for free by demanding respect and getting it.

Hell, any plan that added and then we pray is not a trip to Disneyland.

Hello, Doctor. It's your man.

Hello? You tracking at all? Or were you planning on sleeping through this round.The lids on that red stare lifted. I'm not sleeping.Meditating. Whatever.I wasn't meditating.Fine. Psychically manipulat...

Her first cogent thought was that he was a predator. Her second…was that she wanted to be caught.

Here she was with a vampire. A horror icon. A six-foot-eight, 280-pound horror icon with a set of teeth on him like a Doberman pinscher.

Here was the thing: People felt the way they did and it wasn’t their fault or yours if the connection was one-sided. It just . . . was.

Here’s what I know to be true. We can bury the past all we like. We can use a hundred thousand distractions, some of which are healthy, some of which are not, to keep it under the ground—but when some...

Hey, asshole, Lash said to the sw’old-up one, your boyfriend give you those p-tats? Or was he too busy fucking you in the ass? The guy’s eyes narrowed. What’d you say to me? The gangbanger shook his h...

Hey, no offense, but do you mind if you put both your palms where I can see ’em?

Hharm lunged forth. My son! Without

His blush was the color of Valentine's Day and she had to tell her heart to calm the fuck down as it started to beat fast.

Holy hypixia, Batman

Holy shit. Rehv shook his head and muttered, Now we know what the zombie apocalypse looks like.

How old are you? Eighteen years out of my transition. You? He raised his cocktail glass. Three hundred fifty-eight years and two months. Not even middle-aged. No. He smiled. Not old. Now, if we were h...

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

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

I can’t go back, Lane. I’m sorry. I just can’t.He fell silent. And then after a long while, he nodded. All right, but can I ask you for one thing?No. Yes.Just don’t hate me anymore. I’m doing plenty o...

I didn't mean to make you cry-Oh, God...Zsadist, I love you.His eyes flared so wide, his brows nearly hit his hairline.What...?I love you.Say that again.I love you.Again...please, he whispered. I need...