301d55a
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As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.
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broken-heart
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
d8c0956
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Say the word. Say the word and I won't go. Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you. Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-
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qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
765c65b
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Abruptly, Blay's blue stare found his. And what Qhuinn saw in it caused him to falter: Love shone out of that face, unadulterated love untempered by the shyness that was very much part of his reserve. Blay didn't look away. And for the first time ... neither did Qhuinn. He didn't know whether the emotion was for his cousin--it probably was-but he'd take it: He stared right back at Blaylock and let everything he had in his heart show in his face. He just let that shit fly. Because there was a lesson in this Fade ceremony tonight: You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye-and he was willing to bet when it happened, you weren't thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart. You thought of all the reasons that kept you together.
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love
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
3c24adc
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"You are perfect the way you are." Blay's voice was strong. "There is nothing wrong with who and what you have always been. I'm proud of you. And I love you. Now ... and always." Qhuinn's vision got wavy. Hard-core. "I'm proud of you. And I love you," Blay repeated. "Always. Forget about your old family ... you have me now. I am your family."
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qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
f3fd8f5
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I have loved you for years. I have been in love with you for years and years and years ... throughout school and training ... before transitions and afterward ... when you approached me and yes, even now that you're with Saxton and you hate me. And that ... shit ... in my fucking head locked me down, locked everything down ... and it cost me you.
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love
qhuay
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
dbaaa75
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"The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. "You have a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old."
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lover-mine
saxton
blaylock
jr-ward
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
64449b3
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Standing in front of a line up of Lay's potato chips, Qhuinn looked overhead to the speaker inset into the ceiling tiles. Next to him John Matthew signed,
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qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
76338c9
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"Qhuinn stopped breathing, focusing everything he had on the male who had been his best friend and his never-been lover... and the ever-after that was never going to happen. Even after all the things that had gone on between them, and all the fuckups on his end, which were legendary, Blay still had his back. "I love you," Qhuinn blurted into the silence."
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qhuay
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
51d9841
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"I catch you without your again, I'm turning you in." Qhuinn cursed. "Yeah, and then I'll get fired. Which means V'll Donald trump my ass with a dagger. You're welcome."
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lover-mine
john-matthew
qhuinn
zsadist
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j.r. ward |
c76038c
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"In the Old Language, she hissed, "If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown." That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, "Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male."
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funny
layla
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
01fb85e
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As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.
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qhuay
qhuinn-and-blay
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
b3e85b7
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"Call me," she whispered to him with a confidence that would fade as the days passed. Qhuinn smiled a little. "Take care." At the sound of the two words, Blay relaxed, his big shoulders easing up. In Qhuinn-landia, "Take care" was synonymous with "I'm never going to see, call or fuck you again."
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qhuinn
john
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J.R. Ward |
26b703d
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Qhuinn wanted to say,
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qhuay
blay
blaylock
qhuinn
j-r-ward
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J.R. Ward |
a89dcc4
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"Let me kiss you." Qhuinn groaned as he leaned in. "I know I don't deserve it, but please ... it's what you can do for me. Let me feel you...." Qhuinn's mouth brushed his own. Came back for more. Lingered. "I'll beg for it." More with the caress of those devastating lips. "If that's what it takes. I don't give a fuck, I'll beg..."
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qhuinn
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J.R Ward |
381ba0b
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"One thing, though," Qhuinn murmured. "What?" The voice that came out his throat was unlike anything he'd ever heard from himself before. "If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust him apart with my bare hands and leave his broken, bloody body for the sun." Blay's laughter rumbled around the tiled walls. "Of course you will--" "I'm dead fucking serious." Blay's blue eyes shot over his shoulder. "If there are any who dare to hurt you," Qhuinn growled in the Old Language, "I shall see them staked afore me and shall leave their bodies in ruin."
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revenge
heartbreak
blaylock
qhuinn
oath
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J.R. Ward |
61047e0
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"When he turned back around, his characteristic smart-ass smile was back in place. "Your wish is my command, prince of mine." "How about good ol'-fashioned 'master'?" When John just glared over his shoulder, Quinn shrugged. "Fine. I'll go with fathead then. But that's your damage, I gave you options." [John & Qhuinn]"
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lover-enshrined
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
388cea3
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God...this was who he loved, he thought. And always would. It was the thrust of that stubborn jaw, and the dark, slashing eyebrows, and those piercings up his ear and in his full lower lip. It was that thick, glossy black hair and the golden skin and that heavily muscled body. It was the way he laughed and the fact that he never, ever cried. It was the scars on his inside no one knew about and the conviction that he would always be the first to run into a burning building or a bloody fight or a car wreck. It was all the things Qhuinn had been and was ever going to be.
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qhuinn-and-blay
blay
qhuinn
black-dagger-brotherhood
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J.R. Ward |
b2c0385
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And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was...
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lover-mine
blaylock
jr-ward
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
6a3a7c5
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The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.
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qhuinn-and-blay
blay
qhuinn
black-dagger-brotherhood
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J.R. Ward |
95001b2
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You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye--and he was willing to bet, when it happened, you weren't thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart. You thought of all the reasons that kept you together. And, no doubt, how you wished you'd had more time. Even if you'd had centuries... When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch--when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had. No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given.
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time
loss
love
qhuinn
carpe-diem
forever
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J.R. Ward |
2971246
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No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given. Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses, and the avoidance, and the trying to be someone, anyone else. Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumb-ass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male.
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qhuinn-and-blay
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
5479881
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"Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like." Qhuinn started to shake his head. "No...I don't think-" "Yes" After a moment, Qhuinn slid both his hands up Blay's thick neck and captured the male's sturdy jaw in his palms. "You sure?" When Blay nodded, Qhuinn titled his friend's head back and to the side and held it in place as he slowly closed the distance. Just before their mouths touched, Blay's eyelashes fluttered down and he trembled and- Blay's lips were incredibly sweet and soft. The tongue probably wasn't supposed to be part of it, but there was no helping that. Qhuinn licked inside and then sank deep as his arms slipped around Blay and held him hard. When he finally lifted his head, the look in Blay's eyes said he would let anything happen between them. Let it all happen."
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qhuinn
paranormal-romance
vampires
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J.R. Ward |
3554d33
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Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.
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qhuay
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
7805f8c
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They never held hands. Never kissed in front of anyone. And there were no covert hot glances, either. But then again, Blay was a gentleman. And Saxton the Classy Slut put on a good show. His cousin was a straight-up whore--
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saxton
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
bf3fa5b
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"I'd better go," he said, without leaving. That one eye, the blue one, just kept staring up at him. Bloodshot, with a cut across the brow above it, the thing shouldn't have been able to focus. But it was. "I have to go," Blay said finally. Without leaving. Damn him, he didn't know what the hell he was doing-- A tear escaped from that eye. Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn't hold on to the lashes. Slipping free, it meandered downward, getting lost in dark hair at the temple."
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qhuay
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
e794bdd
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"And what do you know, John's hands flew through the positions of ASL in various l-got-this combinations. "Is he deaf" the guy behind the cash register asked in a stage whisper. As if someone using American Sign Language was some kind of freak. "No. Blind." "Oh." As the man kept staring, Qhuinn wanted to pop him. "You going to help us out here or what?" "Oh ... yeah. Hey, you got a tattoo on your face." Mr. Observant moved slowly, like the bar codes on those bags were creating some kind of wind resistance under his laser reader. "Did you know that?" Really. "I wouldn't know." ''Are you blind, too?" No filter on this guy. None. "Yeah, I am." "Oh, so that's why your eyes are all weird." "Yeah. That's right." Qhuinn took out a twenty and didn't wait for change-murder was just a liiiiiittle too tempting. Nodding to John, who was also measuring the dear boy for a shroud, Qhuinn went to walk off. "What about your change ?" the man called out. "I'm deaf, too. I can't hear you." The guy yelled more loudly, "I'll just keep it then, yeah?" "Sounds good," Qhuinn shouted over his shoulder. Idiot was stage-five stupid. Straight up."
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john-matthew
lover-at-last
qhuinn
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J. R. Ward |
02403df
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See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.
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lover-enshrined
qhuinn
black-dagger-brotherhood
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J.R. Ward |
9514003
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"Blay's head whipped around to his mate. "Really? You asked my dad?" Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. "It's my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol."
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blaylock
qhuinn
mates
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J.R. Ward |
0060fcf
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But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with sex and drinking, and figure out what he want. Apart from Blay, that was.
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lover-unleashded
qhuinn
black-dagger-brotherhood
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J.R. Ward |
c5045a4
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As a collective exhale hit the airwaves, Qhuinn found himself looking over at Blay. Aw, hell, talk about a suck zone--this was why he avoided the guy like the plague. Just one glance and he was locked on, all kinds of reactions rolling through him, until the room spun a little-- For no good reason, Blay's eyes flipped up and met his. It was like getting goosed in the ass with a live wire, his body spasming to the point where he had to hide the reaction by coughing while he glanced away. About as smooth as a crater. Yup. Fantastic.
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qhuay
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
c3c3c14
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"Especially as Blay's face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem ... nice and cushioned on the bottom. Or maybe the eyes? So fucking blue. He'd kissed that mouth and loved it. Seen those eyes go wild. He could have had Blay first--and only. But instead? His cousin ... "Oh, God ..." he groaned."
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qhuay
blay
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
4e5f05b
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Qhuinn looked at each of the hoods again. How ironic, he thought. Nearly two years ago, an Honor Guard of black robes had been sent to him to make sure he knew his family didn't want him. And now, here these males were, come to draw him into a different kind of fold-- that was every bit as strong as that of blood.
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qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
d8e22ff
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Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumb-ass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male. As Blay started to straighten, like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought, That's right Buddy.
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qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
006d19b
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"Blay didn't shake the hand that was offered. He reached over, took a hold of the fighter's face, and drew Qhuinn in for a kiss. It was supposed to be only a split-seconder-- like their lips were the ones doing the handshake thing. When he went to pull back, though, Qhuinn captured him, and held him in place. Their mouths met again... and again... and once more, their heads tilting to the sides, the contact lingering. "You're welcome," Blay said roughly. Then he smiled a little. "Can't say it was all a pleasure, though."
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qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
307808b
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Fuck my cousin, it's got nothing to do with my cousin for me. If you were alone, I'd still be right on this carpet, on my knees, wanting to be with you. If you were mated to a female, if you were dating someone all casual and shit, if you were in a million different places in life ... I'd still be right here. Begging you for something, anything one time, if that's all you've got.
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lover-at-last
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
c43f651
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The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the room. It was the consummate lover's kiss, the kind of thing he had wanted even more than the hot sex they'd just had.
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qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
08f82e2
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"Qhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage ... and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay's stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in this fantasy, he wouldn't push the hand away.... He would take it lower, down past the injury, down onto his hips and his-- "Fuck!" --
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qhuay
qhuinn-and-blay
blay
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
e85b5e5
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"Rough times." Qhuinn shrugged. "And I'm not interested in saints." "Really? You're in love with one," Layla chimed in. As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. "Damn straight I am," he said softly. As the redhead turned red--natch--that connection between the two males became positively tangible. Love was such a beautiful thing."
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blaylock
layla
qhuinn
paranormal-romance
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J.R. Ward |
ea0641a
|
"When they got to thew bottom of the stairwell, they stopped dead. Blay's father was facing off with a lesser, a Civil War sword in one hand, a dagger in the other. Behind his Joe Friday glasses, his eyes were lit like torches, and they flicked over for a split second. "Stay out of this. This one's mine." The shit was done faster than you can say, . Blay's father went Ginsu on the slayer, carving the thing up like a turkey, then stabbing it back to the Omega."
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blaylock
john-matthew
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
7cbd38a
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His stare shifted back over to Qhuinn. The guy's huge body was arching into the human woman, his broad shoulders and his tight hips and his long, powerful legs guaranteeing her one hell of a ride. He was amazing at sex. Not that Blay would know firsthand. He'd seen it and he'd heard it...and he'd imagined what it would be like. But when the opportunity had arisen, he'd been relegated to a small, special class: denied. Actually, it was more of a category than a class...because he was the only one who Qhuinn would not have sex with.
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qhuinn-and-blay
blay
qhuinn
black-dagger-brotherhood
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J.R. Ward |
b2e5e56
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"No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common." Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay."
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qhuay
qhuinn-and-blay
qhuinn
|
J.R. Ward |
b261687
|
Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew--and how fabulous.
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qhuay
lover-at-last
qhuinn
|
J.R. Ward |
674d9de
|
Blow me, Grim Reaper!
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qhuinn
|
J. R. Ward |
ace0d95
|
The thing was, Qhuinn felt like he wanted to explain things. Unfortunately, and unlike his slut cousin, Saxton the Cocksucker, he had no gift with words.
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qhuinn
|
J. R. Ward |
6915d10
|
And God help them both, if it hadn't been for Saxton, Qhuinn would have dropped the l-word right then and there, even though the timing was stupid.
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saxton
qhuinn
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J.R. Ward |
c602ffd
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" "I didn't know you were a sherry man." "Huh?" Qhuinn glanced down at what he'd poured himself. Fuck. In the midst of the self-lecture, he'd picked up the wrong bottle. "Oh, you know... I'm good with it." To prove the point, he tossed back the hooch--and nearly choked as the sweetness hit his throat. He served himself another only so he didn't look like the kind of idiot who wouldn't know what he was dishing out into his own glass. Okay, gag. The second was worse than the first. From out of the corner of his eye, he watched Saxton settle in at the table, the brass lamp in front of him casting the most perfect glow over his face. Shiiiiiit, he looked like something out of a Ralph Lauren ad, with his buff-colored tweed jacket and his pointed pocket square and that button-down/sweater vest combo keeping his fucking liver cozy. Meanwhile, Qhuinn was sporting hospital scrubs, bare feet. And sherry."
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sherry
saxton
qhuinn
j-r-ward
|
J.R. Ward |
978441f
|
Fritz hates dead bodies in the front hall.
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qhuinn
rhage
|
J.R. Ward |
1c239e3
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As Luchas looked over, those perfectly matched eyes met Qhuinn's fucked-up ones, and the connection was there: They had both been through hell, and that lock step was more powerful than the common DNA they shared.
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qhuinn
|
J.R. Ward |
95269fa
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And it was kind of funny to see all these professional fighters unwilling to get within a mile of the female. Then again, if you wanted to survive doing the work they did, accurate risk assessment was something you developed early -- and even Qhuinn, who was the object of the protective instinct the Chosen was rocking, wouldn't have dared touch her.
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lover-at-last
layla
qhuinn
j-r-ward
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J.R. Ward |
4d215bd
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"With the supplies gathered, he went over to the stainless-steel sink and pressed the foot pedal to get the water running. While he washed his hands, he said quietly, "If I could, I would." "Excuse me?" Qhuinn pumped some suds into his palms and scrubbed all the way up his forearms. Which was overkill, but if Blay wanted him superclean, then that was what he was going to be. "If I could love a guy like that, it would be you."
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love
qhuinn
|
J.R. Ward |
0b75ecf
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"In the Old Language, she hissed, "If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown."
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lover-at-last
layla
qhuinn
j-r-ward
|
J.R. Ward |
3aa2c1b
|
Holy shit . . . They'd joined the war.
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blay
blaylock
john-matthew
lover-enshrined
the-boys
qhuinn
black-dagger-brotherhood
j-r-ward
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J.R. Ward |
f9d66e0
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"Hey, baby, how would you like a partner in crime-" "Back off," Blay barked. "He's with me." Abruptly Qhuinn's spine straightened: It was amply clear from the cold blue fire spitting out of Blay's eyes that the guy was prepared to tear the throat of that woman wide-open if she didn't disappear quick.
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lover-at-last
mine
qhuinn
|
J.R.Ward |
63d8106
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So you're the reason Qhuinn was in such a bad mood tonight.
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qhuinn
xhex-lover-mine
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J.R.Ward |