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“Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses and the avoidance, and trying to be someone else, anyone else.
Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumbass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male.
As Blay started to straighten like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought, That's right buddy:
Our future has come”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Abruptly, Blay's blue stare found his.
And what Qhuinn saw in it caused him to falter: Love shone out of that face, unadulterated love untempered by the shyness that was very much part of his reserve.
Blay didn't look away.
And for the first time ... neither did Qhuinn.
He didn't know whether the emotion was for his cousin鈥攊t probably was-but he'd take it: He stared right back at Blaylock and let everything he had in his heart show in his face.
He just let that shit fly.
Because there was a lesson in this Fade ceremony tonight: You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye-and he was willing to bet when it happened, you weren't thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart.
You thought of all the reasons that kept you together.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“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

“Hey, as you leave, Qhuinn wanted to say, will you do me a favor? I think my left ventricle is on the floor, so don't step on it as you pull out? Thanks. Great.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“One thing, though," Qhuinn murmured.
"What?"
The voice that came out his throat was unlike anything he'd ever heard from himself before. "If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust him apart with my bare hands and leave his broken, bloody body for the sun."
Blay's laughter rumbled around the tiled walls. "Of course you will--"
"I'm dead fucking serious."
Blay's blue eyes shot over his shoulder.
"If there are any who dare to hurt you," Qhuinn growled in the Old Language, "I shall see them staked afore me and shall leave their bodies in ruin.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

“And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been.

All that came to him was...I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like."

Qhuinn started to shake his head. "No...I don't think鈥�"

"Yes"

After a moment, Qhuinn slid both his hands up Blay's thick neck and captured the male's sturdy jaw in his palms. "You sure?"

When Blay nodded, Qhuinn titled his friend's head back and to the side and held it in place as he slowly closed the distance. Just before their mouths touched, Blay's eyelashes fluttered down and he trembled and鈥�

Oh, it was sweet. Blay's lips were incredibly sweet and soft.

The tongue probably wasn't supposed to be part of it, but there was no helping that. Qhuinn licked inside and then sank deep as his arms slipped around Blay and held him hard. When he finally lifted his head, the look in Blay's eyes said he would let anything happen between them. Let it all happen.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

“You know, Qhuinn's an interesting character." Saxton reached out with an elegant hand and picked up his port. "He's one of my favorite cousins, actually. His nonconformity is admirable and he's survived things that would crush a lesser male. Don't know that being in love with him would be easy, however."

Blay didn't go near that one. "So do you come here often?"

Saxton laughed, his pale eyes glinting, "Not for discussion, huh.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“I love you. You are my heart beating
outside of my chest.”
― J. R. Ward, Lover at Last

“Blay鈥檚 head whipped around to his mate. 鈥淩eally? You asked my dad?鈥� Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. 鈥淚t鈥檚 my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“Saxton smelled really good and had a handshake that was firm. "You've grown up a lot."

Blay found himself flushing as he took his hand back. "You're just the same."

"Am I?" Those pearl eyes flashed. "Is that good or bad?"

"Oh...good. I didn't mean---"

"So tell me how you've been. Are you mated to some nice female your parents set you up with?"

Blay's laugh was sharp and hard. "God, no. There's no one for me.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body.

So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and music enjoyed.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“When they got to thew bottom of the stairwell, they stopped dead. Blay's father was facing off with a lesser, a Civil War sword in one hand, a dagger in the other.
Behind his Joe Friday glasses, his eyes were lit like torches, and they flicked over for a split second. "Stay out of this. This one's mine."
The shit was done faster than you can say, Ninja Dad.
Blay's father went Ginsu on the slayer, carving the thing up like a turkey, then stabbing it back to the Omega.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

“I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook."
"See? I'm so not Prince Charming.”
― J.R. Ward

“As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, "I'm still in love with him."
Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. "I know. You thought you weren't?"
As if that were rather stupid of him.
"I'm so fucking tired of it. I really am."
"That I believe."
"Im so fucking..." God, those sounds, that muted pounding , that audible confirmation of what he had been ignoring for the past year--
On a sudden wave of violence, he pitched the brandy snifter at the marble fireplace, shattering the thing.
"Fuck, Fuck!" If he'd been able to, he'd have jumped up and torn that goddamn cocksucking light fixture off the goddamn cocksucking ceiling.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Rough times." Qhuinn shrugged. "And I'm not interested in saints."

"Really? You're in love with one," Layla chimed in.

As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed.

"Damn straight I am," he said softly.

As the redhead turned red--natch--that connection between the two males became positively tangible.

Love was such a beautiful thing.”
― J.R. Ward, The King

“In the context of the English language, there were many more important words than 鈥渋n.鈥� There were fancy words, historic words, words that meant life or death. There were multi-syllabic tongue-twisters that required a sort out before speaking, and mission-critical pivotals that started wars or ended wars鈥nd even poetic nonsensicals that were like a symphony as they left the lips. Generally speaking, 鈥渋n鈥� did not play with the big boys. In fact, it barely had much of a definition at all, and, in the course of its working life, was usually nothing but a bridge, a conduit for the heavy lifters in any given sentence. There was, however, one context in which that humble little two-letter, one-syllable jobbie was a BFD. Love. The difference between someone 鈥渓oving鈥� somebody versus being 鈥渋n love鈥� was a curb to the Grand Canyon. The head of a pin to the entire Midwest. An exhale to a hurricane.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“I judge you not by the sex of whom you love... but by how you love them.
-Layla, page 306”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unleashed

“The sense that in his mother鈥檚 view, he had let down his family just by being who he was鈥� was a failure of acceptance that he was never going to get over. He just wanted to live, honestly and out front, with no apology. Like everyone else. To love who he loved, be who he was鈥� but society had a different standard.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“I want to be with you, too,鈥� he said.
鈥淚鈥檒l come to your room after dawn.鈥�
Qhuinn didn鈥檛 want to ask. Had to. 鈥淲hat about Saxton?鈥�
鈥淗e鈥檚 gone on vacation.鈥�
Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally. 鈥淔or how long?鈥�
鈥淛ust a couple of days.鈥� Too bad. Any chance of an extension鈥or like a year or two? Maybe forever?
鈥淥kay, it鈥檚 a鈥斺€� Qhuinn stopped himself before he finished that with date.
There was no sense kidding himself. Saxton was away. Blay wanted to get laid. And Qhuinn was more than willing to supply the male with what he wanted.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“With a quick jerk, Qhuinn wrapped his arms around the single most important person in his life. It was not Layla, although he felt a pang at that denial. It was not John, or his king. It wasn't the brothers. This male was the reason for everything.”
― jr ward

“...I don't need any explanation about what you do with your life. You and I...we grew up together,and that's it. Yeah, we shared a lot of stuff back then, and we were there for each other when it mattered.
But neither one of us can fit into the clothes we used to wear , and this relationship between us is just the same.
It doesn't fit in our lives any longer.
We don't...fit anymore. And listen., I didn't mean to get pissy in the truck, but I think you need to be clear on this.
You and I? We have a past. That's it.
That's ...all we'll ever have" (Blay to Qhuinn)...”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. "Must we do this?"

"What happened --"

"I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again."

Blay frowned. "He and I have nothing to say to each other --"

"with all due respect, the ligature marks on my neck would suggest otherwise.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“Holy shit . . . They鈥檇 joined the war.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined