I cannae believe you let me touch you.โ His voice grew hoarse. โI shall remember this for all my nights.โ Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like thisโฆ. โDo not cry.โ His thumb went to her cheeks. โBeautiful female of worth, do not cry.
J.R. WardWhen she didn't say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.
J.R. WardI'm so very grateful to the readers who put down their hard-earned money to read what I write. They don't have to do that. They choose to. And I try and earn that trust every time I put out a book. I know that sometimes the stories head into challenging territory and I respect that that can be hard. It's a wonderful journey, though, and I'm so glad we're all on it together!
J.R. WardSurely it wasn't possible that Vin diPietro was the first assignment. "Hello?" DiPietro waved. "You in there?" Nah, Jim thought. Can't be. That would be above and beyond any call of duty. Over the guy's shoulder, the commercial that was on the TV suddenly showed a price of $49.99-no, $29.99, with a little red arrow that ... considering where Vin was standing, poined right at his head. "Sh*t, no" Jim muttered. This was the guy? On the Tv screen, some woman in a pink bathrobe smiled up at the camera and mouthed, Yes, it is!
J.R. WardThere came a time in everyoneโs life when they realized that in spite of how hard theyโd been running from themselves, everywhere they went, there they were: Addictions and compulsions were nothing but marching bands of distraction, masking truths that were unpleasant, but ultimately undeniable.
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