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9991ec0
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"Aha!" Lassiter pointed at the boob tube. "You motherfucker! I knew you were the father!"
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maury
lassiter
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J.R. Ward |
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c5bc224
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"I want to see the front of you." "That's what all the girls say." "Do you expect me to roll you over? 'Cuz I will." "Your mate's not going to like this." "As if that's going to bother you?" "True. It actually makes it worth the effort." With a groan, he shoved his palms into the shimmering silver pool of blood beneath him, and flopped over like the side of beef he was. "Wow," she breathed. "I know, right? Hung like a horse." "If you're really nice--and you live through this--I'll promise not to tell V." "About my size." She laughed a little. "No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally." --
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humor
physical-perfection
lassiter
flirting
teasing
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J.R. Ward |
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a6bedc1
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"Lassiter skidded in from the billiards room, the fallen angel glowing from his black-and-blond hair and white eyes, all the way down to his shitkickers. Then again, maybe the illumination wasn't his nature, but that gold he insisted on wearing. He looked like a living, breathing jewelry tree. "I'm here. Where's my chauffeur hat?" "Here, use mine," Butch said, outing a B Sox cap and throwing it over. "It'll help that hair of yours." The angel caught the thing on the fly and stared at the red S. "I'm sorry, I can't." "Do not tell me you're a Yankees fan," V drawled. "I'll have to kill you, and frankly, tonight we need all the wingmen we've got." Lassiter tossed the cap back. Whistled. Looked casual. "Are you serious?" Butch said. Like the guy had maybe volunteered for a lobotomy. Or a limb amputation. Or a pedicure. "No fucking way," V echoed. "When and where did you become a friend of the enemy--" The angel held up his palms. "It's not my fault you guys suck--" Tohr actually stepped in front of Lassiter, like he was worried that something a lot more than smack talk was going to start flying. And the sad thing was, he was right to be concerned. Apart from their shellans, V and Butch loved the Sox above almost everything else--including sanity."
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lover-at-last
lassiter
vishous
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J.R. Ward |
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9e1137e
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"Tohr shook his head. "If you're going to get plastered, why can't you do it like areal man." "I like the taste of fruit." "You are what you drink." The angel glanced up at the clock, "Shit. I missed Maury. But, I DVR'd Ellen." --
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lassiter
tohr
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J.R. Ward |
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d787556
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"I have peanut M&M's up there." "Not my style" "Raisinets." "Feh." "Sam Adams." Thor narrowed his eyes. "Cold?" "Downright icy." Thor crossed his arms over his chest and told him self he was not pouting like a five-year-old. "I want Milk Duds."
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thor
lassiter
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J.R. Ward |
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922c405
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"Rhage raised his hand. "Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question." "Yes, my son, you ARE going to hell." Lassiter made the sign of the cross and then looked around."
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humors
lassiter
rhage
the-king
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J.R. Ward |
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b24f7a8
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"Lassiter hit pause and clamped a hard hand on his shoulder."Sit the fuck back. Watch and learn." "What? How much I hate rom-coms? How 'bout we just stipulate that and let me go." "You're going to need this." " For my second career as a pussy?"
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lassiter
tohr
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J.R. Ward |
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856118d
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"Tohr jacked forward his in his seat. "What the hell!" As Lassiter's big body cut through the projection onto the screen, a gigantic pair of flapping breasts covered his face and chest. "Adventures in the Milfy Way. A true classic." "It's porn!" "Duh--" "Okay, I am not sitting through this with you" The angel, still standing up. shrugged. "Just wanted to make sure you know what you're missing."
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lassiter
tohr
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J.R. Ward |
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8bc104d
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"Tohr took a pull of his beer. "What the hell is this?" "When Harry Met Sally." Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. "What?" "Shut it. After this, we're going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Affair to Remember--the old-school one, not that stupidity with Warren Beatty. Then The Princess Bride--" Tohr hit the switch by his hip and straightened the chair up. "Okay. Right. Have fun with this--"
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humor
lassiter
tohrment
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J.R. Ward |
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a591c55
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"I brought us all Big Macs," he said happily. "I know you dig 'em, remember?" "What the..." Tohr tightened his grip on his shellan, just in case . . . well, shit, with the way things were going lately, anything could happen. "What are you doing here?" "It's your lucky day, motherfucker."
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lassiter
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J.R. Ward |
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d835b00
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"You love it right?" Lassiter asked, holding his Bible high. "I mean, you told me to go on the internet. I did. I even printed out my diploma or whatever the hell it's called." Opening the cover of the King James version, he took out a piece of paper and waved it around. "See? Nice and legal-like" Beth leaned in "Wow". "I know right? Just like Harvard" "Impressive" "I'm totally framing that shit, wha-what."
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humor
lassiter
the-king
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J.R. Ward |
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34322d2
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"Wow," she breathed. "I know, right? Hung like a horse." "If you're really nice-and you live through this-I'll promise not to tell V." "About my size." She laughed a little, "No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally."
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lassiter
lover-reborn
vishous
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J.R. Ward |
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3318463
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"There was a soft chiming sound, which meant, tragedy of tragedies, the angel had just popped himself up onto the countertop. "So, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silence. Or, no...you're mixing it up. Brooding with soulful intensity, right? What a fucking wild child you are. Whoo. Hoo. Next thing you know, you'll be opening for Slipknot." With a curse, Tohr stood up and went over to turn on the shower, hoping that if he refused to look at the loudmouth, Lassiter would get bored more quickly and move on to ruin someone else's afternoon."
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slipknot
lassiter
tohr
tohrment
j-r-ward
lover-avenged
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J.R. Ward |
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569904f
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You can call me Pastor-and before Mr. Sox Fan gets his panties in a wad, I want everyone to know I'm legit. I went online, took a minister's course in under an hour, and I'm ordained, baby.
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humor
lassiter
j-r-ward
the-king
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J.R. Ward |
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5164470
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"The angel popped his already mile high collar. "She said she wanted the holiest thing in the house to do it." "She got holey, all right," somebody muttered. "Is that Butche's Bible?" V asked. The angel flashed the goods. "Yup, and his BoC, he called it? I also got a sermon I did myself." "Saints preserve us," came from the opposite side of the crowd. "Wait, Wait, Wait." V waved his hand rolled around. "I'm the son of a deity and she picked you?"
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theking
v
lassiter
vishous
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J.R. Ward |
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62386ea
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"If you've bullshitted me, angel, I'm going to kill you." The other male rolled his eyes. "I'm already dead, idiot."
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lassiter
tohr
tohrment
black-dagger-brotherhood
j-r-ward
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J.R. Ward |
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4e38318
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"From out of nowhere, she had an image of some poor human in a FedEx Office branch getting an eyeful and a half of the mostly naked fallen angel. Without warning, she started to laugh so hard, tears came to her eyes. The good kind of tears, that was. And as she gave herself up to the angel's ridiculousness, Lass just say there on the couch, staring up at "Melrose Place", a sly, quiet smile on his beautiful, deranged face. What an angel he was, she thought to herself. A total angel."
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funny
bloodkiss
jr-ward
lassiter
marissa
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J.R. Ward |
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35bd64a
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"The guy was like part pro wrestler, part Toys "R" Us."
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lassiter
pool
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J.R. Ward |