In so many ways, he had wanted this his whole lifeโor at least ever since heโd survived his transition and had any sexual impulse at all. This moment was the culmination of countless daydreams and innumerable fantasies, his secret desire made manifest.
J.R. WardGiving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. โWait. I need to ask him a question.โ โYou want to know his shoe size or something?โ Butch snapped. โFourteen,โ Wrath drawled. โIโll remember that at Christmas, asshole.
J.R. WardAfter all, tragedy didn't discriminate, so everyone was subject to the same whims of fate.
J.R. WardYou're getting into some kind of shape, cop." Aw, come on, now." Butch grinned. "Don't let that shower we took go to your head." Rhage fired a towel at the male. "Just pointing out your beer gut's gone." It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.
J.R. WardThose deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink. "You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive." Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.
J.R. WardI'm so very grateful to the readers who put down their hard-earned money to read what I write. They don't have to do that. They choose to. And I try and earn that trust every time I put out a book. I know that sometimes the stories head into challenging territory and I respect that that can be hard. It's a wonderful journey, though, and I'm so glad we're all on it together!
J.R. Ward