Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward
J.R. WardWith that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.
J.R. WardNo matter what you wear... to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.
J.R. WardI lived for the night, because I could go over to your house. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing, actually. It was… you.
J.R. Ward