Blood Kiss Quotes

“I’m losing air over here, you know,” Lassiter bitched. “My inflatable is deflating.” V cursed. “That’s because it doesn’t want to be around you any more than we do.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“The hallway beyond was filled with males of the house, the Brothers and other fighters and Manny sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles.

Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs.

"This is NOT as pathetic as it looks," her Butch pointed out.

"Liar," V muttered, "It so fucking is. I think I'm going to start knitting for reals.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“she thought about what happily-ever-afters were about, and decided that true love didn’t mean effortless, and ever-after wasn’t about cruise control. You started with the attraction, and then you opened your heart and your soul—but all that, which was no small thing, just got you to first base. There were many, many other trips to take to deeper levels of greater acceptance and understanding. That was where you found the happy. And the ever-after was the work you were always willing to put in to stay close, to learn, and to grow as people together.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“The Brother pulled Craeg to his feet....and embraced him. "Good job son. I'm proud of you."

Craeg blinked his eyes fast, as if he were tearing up. The he seemed to give up the fight against his emotions by closing his lids, tucking his head and sagging into the Brother's arms.

"And that," Rhage said in a loud approving voice, "is how you do it.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Is it my turn yet?” Lassiter asked over the earpiece. “I was born ready for this.” “Of all the people who could be immortal,” V muttered, “why are you one of them?” “Because I’m awwwwwesome,” the fallen angel sang. “And I’m part of your team—” “No, you’re not—” “—living your dream!” Butch’s head started thumping even worse. “Shut up, Lass. I can’t do singing right now.” “It’s from Despicable Me,” the angel commented. Like he was being helpful. “Shut up,” V cut in. “Shut up.” Butch fought to keep his voice low. “We’ve got another four minutes in the gym. I’ll let you know when you can—” “I’m losing air over here, you know,” Lassiter bitched. “My inflatable is deflating.” V cursed. “That’s because it doesn’t want to be around you any more than we do.” “You keep this up and I’m going to start thinking my enmity is mutual.” “About fucking time.” Right, Butch didn’t get off on dragging soaking-wet, panicked idiots out of a pool—but, man, he was really frickin’ glad he wasn’t on the back side of the house with those two fighting. “Sit tight, Lass,” he said. “I’ll be in touch—and, V, for the love of God, will you turn off his fucking mic—” “Ow! Hey! What the fuck, V—”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“And maybe there is greatness waiting for you—if you only get back up on your feet and keep going.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“From out of nowhere, she had an image of some poor human in a FedEx Office branch getting an eyeful and a half of the mostly naked fallen angel.

Without warning, she started to laugh so hard, tears came to her eyes. The good kind of tears, that was.

And as she gave herself up to the angel's ridiculousness, Lass just say there on the couch, staring up at "Melrose Place", a sly, quiet smile on his beautiful, deranged face.

What an angel he was, she thought to herself. A total angel.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Is it my turn yet?” Lassiter asked over the earpiece. “I was born ready for this.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Dear . . . God,” she blurted as she recoiled. The hallway beyond was filled with the males of the house, the Brothers and other fighters and Manny sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles. Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, empty bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs. “This is not as pathetic as it looks,” her Butch pointed out. “Liar,” V muttered. “It so fucking is. I think I’m going to start knitting for reals.” As the females emerged with her, each one of them registered shock, disbelief, and then a wry amusement. “Is it me,” one of the males groused, “or did we just perform our own mass castration out here?” “I think that just about sums this shit up,” somebody agreed. “I’m wearing panties under my leathers from now on. Anyone joining me?” “Lassiter already does,” V said as he got to his feet and went to Jane. “Hey.” And then it was group-reunion time. While the other pairs found one another, Butch smiled as Marissa came over to him and put out her hand to help him off the floor. As they embraced, he kissed her on the side of the neck. “Are you out of love with me now?” he murmured. “’ Cuz I’m pussy-whipped?” She leaned back in his arms. “Why? Because you pined after me while I was watching a dirty movie with my girls that wasn’t all that dirty? I think it’s actually— and brace yourself— really pretty cute.” “I’m still all man.” As she rolled her body against him, she let out a mmmm as she felt his erection. “Yes, I can tell.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“This is getting us nowhere, he muttered after a moment.
You’re absolutely right. So fuck off. Have a nice life, hope all your holier-than-thou keeps you warm during the day. ~ Paradise to Craeg”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“I still think that every time I see you, after I’ve spent some time away from you. Thank God … he’s here. ~ Marissa to Butch”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Why can’t I use my laptop to take notes?” To which the Brother Tohrment had replied, “Because the tap-tapping of a keyboard makes me want to get my shotgun. Do you feel like having a cranial leak tonight?”

Ward, J.R. (2015-12-01). Blood Kiss: Black Dagger Legacy (p. 229). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“As he kissed her back, she thought about what happily-ever-afters were about, and decided that true love didn’t mean effortless, and ever-after wasn’t about cruise control. You started with the attraction, and then you opened your heart and your soul—but all that, which was no small thing, just got you to first base. There were many, many other trips to take to deeper levels of greater acceptance and understanding. That was where you found the happy. And the ever-after was the work you were always willing to put in to stay close, to learn, and to grow as people together.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“He was wearing a scuba mask and snorkel set pushed off his handsome face . . . a set of flippers that slapped over the slick floor as he approached the pool’s edge . . . a slingshot bathing suit that was hot pink . . . and a children’s”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Just because you moved on didn’t mean you shed your personal history like a suit of clothes. Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Non succederà”, giurò. “Non mi interessa nessuna di quelle cose e questo non cambierà.”
“Come lo sai?” disse lui a bassa voce.
“Perché ... Io sono innamorato di te. E se decidi domani, fra una settimana ... un anno ... che questa è solo un'avventura, oppure che hai bisogno di stare con qualcuno che è più di classe di quanto lo sia io, non sopravviverò a questo. È qualcosa che mi metterà in ginocchio e mi farà restare lì. Quindi lasciami andare, okay? Risparmiami altre sofferenze ... lasciami andare.”
Paradise si asciugò gli occhi e dovette sorridere.
“Mi hai appena detto che mi ami?”
Quando lui non rispose, lei concluse: “Penso che lo hai fatto.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“It makes me crazy, your voice. Every day, after we'd hang up the phone, I would sleep with the fucking thing on my chest. Like maybe part of your voice, part of you was still in it.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“You and I are not going to survive long term, regardless of love or bonding, if you keep airbrushing things. If I keep airbrushing things. It’s not a good strategy for us—and if this makes you feel like you’re on the spot? As if I’m giving you an ultimatum? I don’t care. If anything gets in the way of our relationship, anything, I will mow that shit down—even if it is you.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“The guy was like part pro wrestler, part Toys "R" Us.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Fuck me!” he belted out. Yes, please, his cock replied with a kick.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Here’s what I know to be true. We can bury the past all we like. We can use a hundred thousand distractions, some of which are healthy, some of which are not, to keep it under the ground—but when something isn’t processed, it will absolutely, positively come back and bite us on the ass.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Try the tenderloin. It's fucking awesome. And the lamb, too. Oh, and the mashed potatoes. Skip the salad. Waste of chewing.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Remember, forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting, hiding isn’t a long-term strategy, and distraction isn’t your friend.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Don't you want to find out who else you are—other than a receptionist?"

She frowned. "There is honor in all works."

"And maybe there is greatness waiting for you—if you only get back up on your feet and keep going.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“The more you’re exposed to trauma, the more hardened you become to it and the safer you are. And that is a really suck-ass fucking equation, but it is the goddamn truth.”

Butch”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“we are every age we have ever been at each moment in our lives. We carry it all with us like luggage.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“she thought about what happily-ever-afters were about, and decided that true love didn’t mean effortless, and ever-after wasn’t about cruise control.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“I got to go! Bye!” “You’re ammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaazing—” Click. This time when she put her cell phone back down, she felt as light and frothy as the bubbles in a champagne flute. And a little drunk, too.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss