#jericho

The four Keltar Druids brought their wives and children. They breed like it's their personal mission to populate their country in case somebody attacks again, as if anybody wants the bloody place. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#jericho-barrons #karen-marie-moning

And here we go. She's bristling and my hackles go up. Bloody hell, I feel fangs coming on. Tell you what, Ms. Lane," Barrons said softly, "Anytime you want to have a conversation with me, leave the myriad issues you have with wanting to fuck me every time you look at me outside my cave, come on in, and see what you find. You might like it. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#conversation

If he’d been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #lust

Punch me." "Don't be absurd." "Come on, punch me, Barrons." "I'm not punching you." "I said, punch--OW!" He decked me. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #mac

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#jericho-barrons #karen-marie-moning

God Said: Let there be light! I said: Say please. ↗