The Black Dagger Brotherhood (48 page)

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Authors: J. R. Ward

“I wanted your name, not your calling.”
“Being a bastard's more of a compulsion, really. And it's Zsadist. I am Zsadist.”
p. 271
He took a deep breath: “God, I love you. I really, really love you.”
And then he smiled.
She laughed in a loud crack that brought every head in the room around.
The cherry stem was tied neatly around one of his fangs
.
p. 354
A male who looked as dangerous as he did, people were bound to talk. Her brother was the same way. She'd heard whispers about Rehvenge for years, and God knew, all of them were false.
p. 356
No one was listening to her.
“God, spare me from heroes,” she muttered. “Back the fuck off!”
That got their attention.
p. 408
She shook her head and bent down to pick up a shirt from the floor. “You are the sweetest thug I've ever known.”
p. 419
Sweeping her hair back, she laughed. “So your sight's returning?”
“Among other things. Come here, Mary. I want to kiss you.”
“Oh, sure. Make up for being a bully by plying me with your body.”
“I'll use any asset I've got.”
He threw the sheets and duvet off himself and swept his hand down his chest, over his stomach. Lower. Her eyes widened when he took his heavy erection in his palm. As he stroked himself, the scent of her arousal bloomed like a bouquet in the room.
“Come over here, Mary.” He twisted his hips. “I'm not sure I'm doing this right. It feels so much better when you touch me.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“Just looking for some instruction.”
“Like you need that,” she muttered, taking off her sweater
.
pp. 419-420
“I told you, that's fine with me.” She smiled. “I mean, come on. He's kind of cute, in a Godzilla sort of way. And I'll look at it as a two-for-one kind of deal.”
p. 441
Lover Awakened
Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy
.
p. 44
. . . The other was behind the desk and hump-ugly: a ragged, avocado green leather monstrosity with dog-eared corners, a sagging seat, and a set of legs that gave new meaning to the word sturdy.
Tohr put his hand on the thing's high back. “Can you believe Wellsie made me get rid of this?”
John nodded and signed,
Yes, I can.
p. 73
“Well, I can't read. So we're SOL, you and me.”
John worked his Bic quickly. As he showed the pad to Phury, the male with the black stare frowned. “What did the kid write?”
“He says that's okay. He's a good listener. You can do the talking.”
p. 94
He grabbed her hand, whipped the pen out of it, and flattened her palm.
I want to talk to you,
he wrote.
Then he looked straight into her eyes and did the most amazing, ballsy thing.
He smiled at her
.
p. 123

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