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Dreamfever (Fever, #4) Dreamfever by Karen Marie Moning
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“You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“He shakes me."Say my name."
"Damn it,would you just cooperate?"
"I do not know that word,'cooperate.'"
"Obviously,"he growls.
"I think you make up words."
"I do not make up words."
"Do not."
I laugh
"Woman you make me crazed,"he mutters.
We do this often.Get into childish arguments.He is stubborn,my beast.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Our sex is fierce. We will both be bruised.

"I want it to always be like this," I tell him.

"Try holding onto that thought."

"I do not need to try. I will never feel differently."

His laughter is as dark and cold as the place of which I dream, "One day you will wonder if it's possible to hate me more.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“So how did he look at me?"

"Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“See me when you look at me.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince.
Jericho Barrons was my poison now.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Good and evil are merely opposite sides of a coin. Get tossed in the air enough, it's easy to come down on the wrong side.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Although love could grow in times of peace, it tempered in battle. Daddy told me once - when I'd said something about how perfect his relationship with Mom was - that I should have seen the first five years of their marriage, that they'd fought like hellions, crashed into each other like two giant stones. That eventually they'd eroded each other into the perfect fit, become a single wall, nestled into each other's curves and hollows, her strengths chinking his weaknesses, her weaknesses reinforced by his strengths.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
tags: love
“And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Had he stood outside my door as I'd stood outside his, fists at his sides, lips drawn back? Did it have him as bad as it had me? Was it eating at him, gnawing at him with the same sharp vicious little teeth that wouldn't let me sleep?

Yes, it was. I could see the rage of insatiable uninvited lust in every line of that dark, stoic face that had once been too subtly etched for me to read. I wasn't the only one lying awake at night, fevered with memories, tossing, turning, soaking my sheets, burning up--not for Fae sex, but him, damn it all to hell, him.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“If you'd just fight like you fuck, you'd've walked out of this room the day I carried you in.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Open your eyes and say my name.”

I squeeze them shut more tightly.

“It would make my cock hard to hear you say my name.”

My eyes pop open. “Jericho Barrons,” I say sweetly.

He makes a pained sound. “Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way.”

I touch his face. “I like how I am. I like how you are, too. When you are…What is that word you used? Cooperating.”

“Tell me to fuck you.”

I smile and comply. We’re back in territory I understand.

“You didn’t say my name. Say my name when you tell me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me, Jerricho Barrons.”

“From now on, you will call me Jericho Barrons every time you speak to me.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Bring it on, Tinker Bell.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“I miss her. I don't know how to live without her. There is a hole inside me that nothing fills.
If you don't find something to fill that hole, someone else will. And if someone else fills it, they own you. Forever. You'll never get yourself back.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“I've come to hold the human spirit in the highest regard. Like the body, it struggles to repair itself. As cells fight off infection and conquer illness, the spirit, too, has remarkable resilience. It knows when it is harmed, and it knows when the harm is too much to bare. If it deems the injury too great, the spirit cocoons the wound, in the same fashion that the body forms a cyst around infection, until the time comes that it can deal with it. For some people, that time never comes. Some stay fractured, forever broken. You see them on the street, pushing carts. You see them in the faces of the regulars at the bar.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“You told me i was your world.
It wasn't me. I was an animal."
My heart pounded. My cheeks burned.
You never wanted it to end.
"Why are you being such a jackass, slamming me in the face with my own humiliation?"
Humilation? That's what you call this? He forced a more detailed reminder on me.
I swallowed. Yes, I certainly remembered that. "I was out of my mind. I‘d never have done it otherwise."

Really, his dark eyes mocked, and in them I was demanding more, telling him I wanted it to always be this way.
I remembered what he'd replied: that one day I would wonder if it was possible to hate him more.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“There’s only one question that matters, Ms. Lane, and it’s the one you never get around to asking. People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It’s the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or die. Prove yourself. How much truth can you take, Ms. Lane?”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Jericho Barrons was my poison now.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“I wasn‘t—" I began.
I didn‘t—" He began.
How charming," V‘lane cut us off. His voice arrived before he did. "The very portrait of human domestic bliss. She‘s on the floor, you‘re towering over her. Did he strike you, MacKayla? Say the word and I‘ll kill him.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“Revenge. They took too much. You give up and die, or learn how to take back.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“ His voice worked on me like an aphrodisiac. I was wet and ready. I had been since he began speaking. For two months, I'd been trapped in a Fae-induced sexual frenzy, having constant, incredible sex with him, while listening to his voice, smelling his scent. Like one of Pavlov's dogs, I'd been conditioned by repeated stimuli to have a guaranteed response. My body anticipated, greedily expected pleasure in his presence. I inhaled, caught myself straining for the scent of him, forced it back out, and closed my eyes, as if maybe I could hide behind my own lids from an ironic truth : V'lane and Barrons had swapped roles.
I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince.
Jericho Barrons was my poison now. ”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“You might start by thanking me."
For what? For finding something else that was so important to do that it took you all the way from midnight on Samhain ‗til four days later to come for me? I‘m not going to thank you for saving me from something you failed to save me from to begin with."

You look fine to me.
In fact, you‘re better than fine, aren‘t you? You walked right through my wards, without a word. Didn‘t even leave a note by the bedside. Really,after all we shared, Ms. Lane. But do I get any thanks for doing the
impossible and bringing you back from being Pri-ya? No. What do I get? You steal my guns.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever
“He makes a pained sound. "Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way.”
Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever

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