She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.
J.R. WardJohn Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.
J.R. WardAlthough she was ashamed to admit it now, the darkness in him had been the largest part of his allure. It was such an anomaly, a contrast to what she'd known from life. It had made him dangerous. Exciting. Sexy. But that was a fantasy. This was real. He suffered. And there was nothing sexy or thrilling about that. (Zsadists & Bella)
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