Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.
J.R. WardThe smile he gave her was wistful, just a little lift to his mouth. "You are a fighter." ""Yes. Always. And sometimes I'm a whole army.
J.R. WardThere came a time in everyoneโs life when they realized that in spite of how hard theyโd been running from themselves, everywhere they went, there they were: Addictions and compulsions were nothing but marching bands of distraction, masking truths that were unpleasant, but ultimately undeniable.
J.R. WardThe one good thing about the Angels was they always colored within the lines. They had to. Suckers.
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