The one good thing about the Angels was they always colored within the lines. They had to. Suckers.
J.R. WardYou're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. "So are you.
J.R. WardShe was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.
J.R. WardHe tasted each one of them. The raw power and majesty of Wrath. The vast strength of Rhage. The burning, protective loyalty of Phury. The cold savagery of Zsadist. The sharp cunning of Vishous.
J.R. Ward