Jae T. Jaggart > Quotes

“I’ve lost a guardian angel and gained a muse.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Cash: Angel, Demon, Rock Star

“Just drive, rock star. Drive fast. Very fast. Because I’ve got a shopping list ten miles long of the things you’re going to be doing to me.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Cash: Angel, Demon, Rock Star

“Rough love. Hard, edgy love. Love that made you bleed. Love hard to find, the kind of love you fought to keep.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Cash: Angel, Demon, Rock Star

“Hazed by pleasure, Nix still had to know. This could be his last chance. “Nikolai,” he said thickly. “Tell me about Nikolai.”

Roark’s hand drifted down over Nix’s pale torso. He eyed Nix wryly. “You have his persistence,” he allowed wryly. His eyes flickered on Nix’s hot face. Everything hidden behind them even as he spoke. “Very well. He was a genius. He was a … thug. He was night and day. He could be kindness itself to a stranger, and yet the next day would bathe in that stranger’s blood. And if you tear the shirt from Henley’s back, you will doubtless find Nikolai’s name carved there. Nikolai became mine, and I his, for five hundred years.” Roark’s striking face was smooth, expressionless. Enigmatic. “They were five hundred years of heaven. Five hundred years of hell. I can tell you no more. Not right now. Is that enough?”
― Jae T. Jaggart, His

“It doesn't always have to be my cock up your arse, Ben,” Evander rasped. “But if you don’t hurry, I swear to Christ and the angels I will throw you on your back and fuck you through the mattress myself.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Objects Of His Obsession

“No. Cut me, if you get off on it. I’ll enjoy it. I’ll enjoy bleeding for you, hurting for you. I enjoy giving you pleasure, Cash,” Zee said softly. “Haven’t you worked that out yet? Anything you want. Anytime. Any which way.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Cash: Angel, Demon, Rock Star

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re propositioning me in a church?”

“Now where else are you going to be civil to me?”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Angel Angel, Burning Bright

“... it’s you. You with that bloody obsession, that love of other that runs like a seam of gold through you. That life unlike any other. That wild, endless curiosity. Obsession. Even that maddening fucking code of honor. All of it. You, Benedict. You–”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Objects Of His Obsession

“Christ.” Evander fell back against the pillows, giving in with a smirk. “What the fuck have I unleashed?”

“The man that you wanted me to be.”

Blue eyes burnt on his face as he glanced up at his lover. “The man I always knew you were,” he was corrected.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Objects Of His Obsession

“They mistrust you because they think you’ll be the death of me,” Roark said softly. “Tell me, Nix. Will you?”
― Jae T. Jaggart, His

“You really have spent too long amongst dead things and sand. People misbehave, Ben. People do … wicked things, in the name of pursuing sensual pleasures. And in the pursuit of love. Life is short. Very short. And as long as all understand the rules of the game, then there is no harm in it.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Objects Of His Obsession

“You’re so hungry for success, more. I can almost feel the crossroads looming... Do you know there’s a legend that certain musicians sold their souls to the devil for their skill? Johnson. Paganini.” Luiz laughed at the shift of Michael’s hips, the grind of Michael’s cock into his hand, released him to add, “And certain metal bands for money and fame.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Angel Angel, Burning Bright

“Benedict somehow found the words he needed. “I give up, Evander. All the battles, the fights. The walls. Broken, defeated, breached. You've won.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Objects Of His Obsession

“My beautiful intellectual. My mad Egyptologist.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Objects Of His Obsession

“You liked watching Lucrezia and her consort,” Roark observed, ignoring his comment and switching the subject, taking Nix’s earlobe between his white teeth and nipping it, hard. He licked at the blood. “The cruel face of their love. It turned you on. Hard.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, His

“His sinner, huh? His very own personal sinner. Somehow the concept was very, very appealing.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Cash: Angel, Demon, Rock Star

“I mean something dirty, sweaty,” Luiz corrected idly, leaning closer. He stroked the back of his knuckles down Michael’s cheek. “What I like best. Rock, blues, with an edge of metal. Something dangerous. Real. The audience driven to ... well, in the old days it would have been bloodlust. But these are more temperate times. So lust will have to do.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Angel Angel, Burning Bright

“You like broken things?” Cash muttered.

Zee bit down hard on his plush lower lip. His face was darkly flushed, his fingers tight against Cash’s skull. “Love them,” he gritted. “Nothing like a project.”
― Jae T. Jaggart, Cash: Angel, Demon, Rock Star