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“Will you get off me!"
"But I'm giving you CPR-"
"I will die before kissing you, Hollywood." Z tried to sit up, his breathing heavy.
"Don't even think about it.”
― J. R. Ward, Lover at Last

“And what do you know, John's hands flew through the positions
of ASL in various l-got-this combinations.
"Is he deaf" the guy behind the cash register asked in a stage
whisper. As if someone using American Sign Language was some kind
of freak.
"No. Blind."
"Oh."
As the man kept staring, Qhuinn wanted to pop him. "You going
to help us out here or what?"
"Oh ... yeah. Hey, you got a tattoo on your face." Mr. Observant
moved slowly, like the bar codes on those bags were creating some kind of wind resistance under his laser reader. "Did you know that?"
Really. "I wouldn't know."
''Are you blind, too?"
No filter on this guy. None. "Yeah, I am."
"Oh, so that's why your eyes are all weird."
"Yeah. That's right."
Qhuinn took out a twenty and didn't wait for change-murder
was just a liiiiiittle too tempting. Nodding to John, who was also measuring the dear boy for a shroud, Qhuinn went to walk off.
"What about your change ?" the man called out.
"I'm deaf, too. I can't hear you."
The guy yelled more loudly, "I'll just keep it then, yeah?"
"Sounds good," Qhuinn shouted over his shoulder.
Idiot was stage-five stupid. Straight up.”
― J. R. Ward, Lover at Last

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

“Lassiter skidded in from the billiards room, the fallen angel glowing from his black-and-blond hair and white eyes, all the way down to his shitkickers. Then again, maybe the illumination wasn’t his nature, but that gold he insisted on wearing.
He looked like a living, breathing jewelry tree.
“I’m here. Where’s my chauffeur hat?�
“Here, use mine,� Butch said, outing a B Sox cap and throwing it over. “It’ll help that hair of yours.�
The angel caught the thing on the fly and stared at the red S. “I’m sorry, I can’t.�
“Do not tell me you’re a Yankees fan,� V drawled. “I’ll have to kill you, and frankly, tonight we need all the wingmen we’ve got.�
Lassiter tossed the cap back. Whistled. Looked casual.
“Are you serious?� Butch said. Like the guy had maybe volunteered for a lobotomy. Or a limb amputation. Or a pedicure.
“No fucking way,� V echoed. “When and where did you become a friend of the enemy—�
The angel held up his palms. “It’s not my fault you guys suck—�
Tohr actually stepped in front of Lassiter, like he was worried that something a lot more than smack talk was going to start flying. And the sad thing was, he was right to be concerned. Apart from their shellans, V and Butch loved the Sox above almost everything else—including sanity.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“He was the first to reach the aircraft, and he went for the door that by some miracle was facing outward and not into the concrete wall. Wrenching the thing open, and getting out his flashlight, he didn’t know what to expect inside—smoke? Fumes? Blood and body parts?
Zsadist was sitting rigid in a backward-facing seat, his big body strapped in, both hands locked on the armrests. The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking.
“Have we stopped moving?â€� he said hoarsely”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“Fuck my cousin, it's got nothing to do with my cousin for me. If you were alone, I'd still be right on this carpet, on my knees, wanting to be with you. If you were mated to a female, if you were dating someone all casual and shit, if you were in a million different places in life â€� I’d still be right here. Begging you for something, anything one time, if that’s all you’ve got.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“The door to Blay's room opened wide without a knock, a hello, a hey-are-you-decent.
Qhuinn stood in between the jambs, breathing hard, like he’d run down the hall of statues.
Sh**, had Layla lost the pregnancy after all?
Those mismatched eyes searched around. “You by yourself?�
Why the hell would� Oh, Saxton. Right. “Yes—�
The male took three strides forward, reached up . . . and kissed the ever-loving crap out of Blay.
The kiss was the kind that you remembered all your life, the connection forged with such totality that everything from the feel of the body against your own, to the warm slid of another’s lips on yours, to the power as well as the control, was etched into your mind...”
― J R Ward, Lover at Last

“Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“Blow me, Grim Reaper!”
― J. R. Ward, Lover at Last

“I believed that no man in this world deserves me until I met you.”
― Luffina Lourduraj

“We work together. That’s it. So I want you to do us both a favor before you think I ‘needâ€� to know something. Ask yourself, ‘If I were flipping burgers at McDonald’s, would I be telling the fucking fry guy this?â€� If the answer is no, then shut the hell up.”
― J R Ward, Lover at Last

“The sense that in his mother’s view, he had let down his family just by being who he wasâ€� 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 wasâ€� but society had a different standard.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“The thing was, Qhuinn felt like he wanted to explain things. Unfortunately, and unlike his slut cousin, Saxton the Cocksucker, he had no gift with words.”
― J. R. Ward, Lover at Last

“In the Old Language, she hissed, "If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“Is he Catholic?" her grandmother asked on the way out.

He's a drug dealer -- so if he is religious, he's got incredible powers of reconciliation.

"He looks like a good boy," her vovo said over her shoulder. "A good Catholic boy." And that was that -- for now.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out of
nowhere.
Now his hands shook for a different reason.
“So,� Saxton said hoarsely. “How was your night?�
“What the hell happened down there?�
Saxton loosened his tie. Unbuttoned his collar. Took yet another
deep breath. “Family tiff, as it were.�
“B³Ü±ô±ô²õ³ó*³Ù.â€�
Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. “Must we do this?�
“What happened—�
“I think you and Qhuinn 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 around my neck would
suggest otherwise.�
-Lover at Last, pg. 188 of the galleys”
― 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

“And it was kind of funny to see all these professional fighters unwilling to get within a mile of the female. Then again, if you wanted to survive doing the work they did, accurate risk assessment was something you developed early -- and even Qhuinn, who was the object of the protective instinct the Chosen was rocking, wouldn't have dared touch her.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“The door to Blay's room opened wide without a knock, a hello, a hey-are-you-decent.
Qhuinn stood in between the jambs, breathing hard, like he’d run down the hall of statues.
Sh**, had Layla lost the pregnancy after all?
Those mismatched eyes searched around. “You by yourself?�
Why the hell would� Oh, Saxton. Right. “Yes—�
The male took three strides forward, reached up . . . and kissed the ever-loving crap out of Blay.
The kiss was the kind that you remembered all your life, the connection forged with such totality that everything from the feel of the body against your own, to the warm slid of another’s lips on yours, to the power as well as the control, was etched into your mind...
Lover at Last, MS pg. 449”
― J.R Ward, Lover at Last

“...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

“Tell me something," Xcor drawled.
"Yes?"
"Is his piggish head still attached to that weak little body of his?"
Assail chuckled. "No."
"Do you know that is among my favorite ways of killing?"
"A warming for me, Xcor?
...
"No," he declared. "Just something we have in common. Fare thee well, Assail, for what is left of this night."
"Yourself as well. And in the words of our mutual acquaintance, I must needs go. Afore I am forced to slaughter the doggen butler who is pounding, at this very instant, upon the door I have locked."
Xcor threw his head back and laughed as he ended the call.
"You know," he said to his fighters, "I rather like him.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“You've always had me.. and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hasn't taken this long for me to man up. That family of mine..nearly killed me. And not just thanks to that Honor Guard of theirs.”
― JR Ward

“Hey, baby, how would you like a partner in crime-"
"Back off," Blay barked. "He's with me."
Abruptly Qhuinn's spine straightened: It was amply clear from the cold blue fire spitting out of Blay's eyes that the guy was prepared to tear the throat of that woman wide-open if she didn't disappear quick.
And that was...
Awesome.”
― J.R.Ward

“Forcing his lids down, he brought Blay’s knuckles to his mouth, brushing a kiss against them. Then he gave himself up to sleep, letting himself fall into unconsciousness, knowing that, at least for the next few hours, he was safe in the arms of his one and only.”
― J.R. Ward

“it seems like when ur in search of something or someone you only succeed when you've finally given up all hope... and i find it rather fascinating how it always ends up in the last place youd expect i found da man of my dreams although he is the total opposite of what i expected hes ten times better”
― arik maldonales

“Quinn: “Shiiiiiiit. I nearly killed him.â€�
Blay: “Well, arguably you were being gallant.�

referring to strangling Saxton for "cheating" on Blay.

Black Dagger Brotherhood #11 Lover at Last”
― Ward J. R.