Elizabeth H.

“Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“Personally, I like to mix and match--I prefer to get a couple of milk shakes, a banana split ... a sundae or two. Then I top it off with a mocha chip in a cone. I don't know why. I guess that's like the dinner mint at the end of a meal to me. Know what I mean?"

Mary had to turn around again. Bitty was looking forward, her brows super-high, her little face the picture of surprise.

"He's not kidding," Mary murmured. "Even if you're not into the ice cream, watching him eat all that is something to see.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“Rhage! You have a dragon! A pet dragon! I got to rub his tummy!”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“That’s so sweet.” He sighed again. “Jeez, I feel sorry for Bits, though.”
Mary lifted her head again. “Why?”
“BECAUSE SHE IS NEVER DATING—”
“Rhage, seriously. You gotta give that a rest. . . .”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast