Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.
J.R. WardYou've always had me ... and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hadn't taken this long for me to man up.
J.R. WardAll right, big guy, down you go." Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good. "And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.
J.R. WardIt felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.
J.R. WardToo bad the freedom seemed like a prison. As his boots hit the mosaic floor at the bottom of the stairs, John Mellencamp's old-school, bic-lighter anthem echoed in his head-and though he'd always like the song okay, he'd never truly understood what it meant. Kind of wished that were still the case. Life goes on...long after the thrill of living is gone.
J.R. Ward