Ohโฆ God. What was a male supposed to do in this situation? "I'm sorry," he muttered. "If Iโฆ uh, hurt your feelings or something." She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.
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. WardI don't read reviews or take any feedback from anyone. Here's the thing: The stories don't even care what I think about them. They don't listen to anybody! My job is simply to describe what I'm shown in my head so that folks who read the books get an idea of what I'm seeing. As long as that happens, I'm doing my job as best I can.
J.R. WardWhen he pulled back, Blay frowned. "You're shaking." Was it possible he wasn't imagining this? "Am I?" "Yes." "I don't care. I love you. I love you so damned much, and I"m sorry that I wasn't male enough to admitโ" Blay stopped him with a kiss. "You're plenty male enough now--the rest of it's in the past." "I just...God, I really am shaking, aren't I? Yeah. But it's okay โ I've got you." Qhuinn turned his face into one of the male's palms. "You always have. You've always had me...and my heart. My soul. Everything.
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