Jen > Jen's Quotes

“I have to go to her, Lucan. For my own sanity, if nothing else. If I stay here, I'm not sure what good I'd be, to tell you the truth. She's the only thing that's held me together in a very long time. I'm a wreck for this woman, my friend. She owns me now.”
― Lara Adrian, Midnight Rising

“He was on his knees before this female, and he'd gladly stay there for the rest of his life.”
― Lara Adrian, Veil of Midnight

“I didn't mean to push your psycho button.”
― Shannon K. Butcher, Burning Alive

“He hunted with his groin but couldn't find her.”
― Caris Roane, Ascension

“You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old.”
― George Burns

“Here’s to books, the cheapest vacation you can buy.”
― Charlaine Harris

“I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

“My inner goddes has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“I'm not young enough to know everything.”
― J.M. Barrie, The Admirable Crichton

“Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.”
― Carol Shields, The Republic of Love

“Ask me if I sparkle and I’ll kill you where you stand.” (Bones)”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“And if that bastard’s innocent,” Rhage spoke up, “I’m the fucking Easter bunny.”
“Oh, good,” someone quipped. “I’m calling you Hop-along Hollywood from now on.”
“Beasty Bo Peep,” somebody else threw out.
“We could put you in a Cadbury ad and finally make some money—”
“People,” Rhage barked, “the point is that he is not innocent and I’m not the Easter bunny—”
“Where’s your basket?”
“Can I play with your eggs?”
“Hop it out, big guy—”
“Will you guys fuck off ? Seriously!”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books.”
― Irving Stone, Clarence Darrow for the Defense

“He kissed her a little more deeply and was happy to hear her gasp of pleasure. The sound brought his erection back to life, and he brushed his fingertips over her collarbone.
"How 'bout you hop on up here with me?"
"I don't think you're quite ready for that yet."
"Wanna bet?" He took her hand and put it under the hospital sheets.
The throathy laugh as she gripped him gently was yet another marvel. Just like her constant presence in his room, her fierce protection of him, her love, her strength.
She was everything to him. His whole world. He'd gone from being blasé about his death to being desperate to live. For her. For them. For their future.
"What do you say we give it another day?" she said.
"An hour."
"Until you can sit up on your own."
"Deal."
Thank God he was a fast healer.
(..............)
Wrath struggled on the bed, trying to force himself upright so that he bore the weight of his upper body on his hips.
Beth watched him the whole time, refusing to help.
When he was steady, he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He could feel her skin already.
"Wrath," she said with warning as he beamed at her.
"Come up here, leelan, A deal's a deal.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“If your left leg is Thanksgiving, and your right leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?”
― Suzanne Wright

“I hope you told him you'd rather cram your cock in the ass of a bear with inflamed hemorroids than ever be in his company again".”
― Suzanne Wright

“So he can go ride a donkey naked through the desert with snapping turtles attached to his nipples for all I care.”
― Suzanne Wright

“I'd rather lie under an elephant suffering from diarrea with my mouth open wide.”
― Suzanne Wright

“Just give me a second. Attempting to give a fuck...Attempting harder to give a fuck...Sorry, there was an error; fuck not given.”
― Suzanne Wright, Feral Sins

“Here's something for you to remember; you might have been born into money, but you came out of a vagina the same as everyone else. Popping out of one that's rich doesn't make you anything but lucky, or susceptible to being stuck your own arse. Whichever.”
― Suzanne Wright, From Rags

“Once upon a time, Caleb held me captive in the dark, now he used it to seduce me.”
― C.J. Roberts, Seduced in the Dark

“But, I'm telling you, monsters aren't born, they're made, and someone made Caleb." --Olivia”
― C.J. Roberts

“Was it possible to physically feel the moment you lost your heart to someone? Because Lucie was fairly sure she'd just lost hers, and the spot where it should have been literally hurt.”
― Gina L. Maxwell, Seducing Cinderella

“If you lie there much longer, I’ll be tempted to tie you to the table legs and try buttering your ass instead of the toast.”
― Cari Silverwood, Iron Dominance

“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou

“Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“No. No!” he says.
“I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know.

“You can’t go. Ana, I love you!”
“I love you, too, Christian, it’s just—”
“No . . . no!” he says in desperation and puts both hands on his head. “Christian . . .”
“No,” he breathes, his eyes wide with panic, and suddenly he drops to his knees in front of me, head bowed, long-fingered hands spread out on his thighs. He takes a deep breath and doesn’t move. What?
“Christian, what are you doing?”
He continues to stare down, not looking at me.
“Christian! What are you doing?”
My voice is high-pitched. He doesn’t move.
“Christian, look at me!” I command in panic. His head sweeps up without hesitation, and he regards me passively with his cool gray gaze—he’s almost serene . . . expectant.
Holy Fuck . . . Christian. The submissive.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

“See, Red? When life hands you lemons, you know what you gotta do now."
"Yes, Mr. Cliche. I know what I have to do. I make lemonade."
"No, you scream 'fuck you, lemons!”
― Priscilla Glenn, Back to You

“See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.”
― Robin Williams

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa