Jericho*Rain

“I’m Pri-ya again.
I always will be with this man.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“He’s disturbingly sexual to men and women alike in a way that sets your teeth on edge. With Barrons you aren’t sure if you’re going to get fucked or turned inside out and left a new unrecognizable person adrift with no moorings on a see with no bottom and no rules.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“He lives.
I breathe.
I want. Him. Always.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
-Mac”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“He places the last pillow on the pile and looks at me. He jerks his head to the pile of pillows.
“I watched you die. I need to fuck you Mac.”
The words slam into me like bullets taking my knees out. I lean back against a piece of furniture-an armoire I think. I really don’t care. It holds me up. It wasn’t a request. It was an acknowledgement of a requirement to make it from this moment to the next like I need a transfusion my body has been poisoned.
“Do you want me to ” There is no purr or coyness or seduction in his voice. There is a question that needs an answer. Bare bones. That’s what he’s after. That’s what he offers.
“Yes.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever