[Rhage and Manny] โYouโre doing great,โ he murmured as he noticed those white knuckled fists. โDonโt worry about me.โ โRight, rightโฆyour brothers.โ Manny paused for a split second. โYouโre all right, you know that.โ โF*ckโฆthatโฆโ The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. โIโmโฆperfect.
J.R. WardButch repositioned the Sox cap, and as his wrist passed by his nose, he got another whiff of himself. "Ah, V. . . listen, there is something a little weird going down on me." "What?" "I smell like men's cologne." "Good for you. Females dig that kind of thing." "Vishous, I smell like Obsession for Men, only I'm not WEARING any, you feel me?" There was silence on the line. Then, "Humans don't bond." "Oh, really. You want to tell that to my central nervous system and my sweat glands? They'd appreciate the news flash, I'm sure.
J.R. WardWhat... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.
J.R. WardI wish I were whole. I wish I could have given you youngs, if you'd wanted them and I could conceive them. I wish I could have told you it killed me when you thought I had been with anyone else. I wish I had spent the last year waking up every night and telling you I loved you. I wish I had mated you properly the evening you came back to me from the dead.
J.R. Ward