His ears caught a sweet chiming noise, and a moment later a warm rush fell over his body. How are we doing Rage? Too hot? Butch's voice. Up close. The cop was in the shower with him. And he smelled Turkish tobacco. V must be in the bathroom too. Hollywood? This is too hot for you? No. He reached around for the soap, fumbling. Can't see. Just as well. No reason for you to know what we look naked together. Frankly, I'm traumatized enough for the both of us. Rage smiled a little as a washcloth scrubbed over his face, neck and chest.

— J.R. Ward

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they’d been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn’t the same, though. There was nobody underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs.“God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day…

— J.R. Ward

Husband and my family and the better half of Writer Dog. Prologue

— J.R. Ward

I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

— J.R. Ward

I ejaculated about ten minutes ago and the stuff was black. So everything is not normal." Silence greeted that happy little announcement. Man, if he had hauled off and sucker-punched V, he would have gotten less of a shocked-out reaction.

— J.R. Ward

If sex were food, Rage would have been morbidly obese.

— J.R. Ward

If sex were food, Rage would have been morbidly obese.(Dark Lover)

— J.R. Ward

If sex were food, Rage would haven been morbidly obese.

— J.R. Ward

I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. No… not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot.

— J.R. Ward

I love her so damned much." Many heard himself say. “That’s my heart right there. That’s my woman”.

— J.R. Ward