Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward
J.R. WardLassiter came in alone, likely because Doc Jane had returned to the Pit. And the angel was naked as a jaybirdโฆ and just frickinโ fine. No bullet holes, no scars, no contusions. โYou keep looking at me like that and youโd better buy me dinner afterward.
J.R. WardFrom one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.
J.R. WardDarkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are." -Butch and Marissa
J.R. WardThe Reverend grinned, his fangs flashing. "You know, I've heard this rumorโฆ about a member of the Brotherhood who's celibate. Yeah, go figure, a warrior who abstains. And I've heard a few other things about this male. He's down to one leg. Has a scarred sociopath for a twin. You wouldn't by any chance know of such a Brother?" Phury shook his head. "Nope.
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