Donna

“With stumbling feet, he blindly walked somewhere, anywhere. When he got to the king's study, he looked over his shoulder and checked the carpet over which he'd trodden. No trail of his blood. Which, considering the way his chest was hurting, was a surprise. Sure as shit felt like he'd been shot in the heart.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth
dropped open. But not because he was shocked and not because he wanted
in on the action.
He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with
his heart.
No . . . no, goddamn it, no . . .”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“Say the word. Say the word and I won't go.

Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.

Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. "You have such a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine