J.R. Ward

Blurb:

Favourite Scene:

Without warning, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into his throat.
“Take from me,” he demanded.
Cormia let out a hiss that sounded like a cobra, and before she knew what she was doing, she nailed her fangs into his jugular. As she struck, he barked out a curse and his body jumped.
Holy mother of Words . . . His blood was a fire, first in her mouth then down in her gut, an all-powerful wave that filled her out from the inside, giving her a strength she’d never known before.
“Harder,” he bit out. “Suck me. . . .”

Another Fav Scene:

“Your wish is my command, prince of mine.”
Don’t call me that.
As John headed for the exit, he texted Blay, hoping the guy would show eventually. Maybe if he was bugged enough he’d relent?
“So what should I call you?” Qhuinn said as he leaped ahead to open the door with a flourish. “Would you prefer ‘my liege’?”
Give it a rest, would you.
“How about good ol’-fashioned ‘master’?” When John just glared over his shoulder, Qhuinn shrugged. “Fine. I’ll go with fathead then. But that’s your damage, I gave you options.”

• Lover Eternal by J.R. Ward

• Signet

• Rating - still Excellent

*Possible spoiler: I speculate on a theory about Darius in my review* 

Favourite Scene:

With no warning at all she was tackled from behind, pushed face-first into the wall and held in place by a rock-hard body twice the size of her own. Her gasp was first one of shock, then one of sex as she felt V grind into her ass.

"I tried to tell you no," he growled as his hand buried itself in her hair and locked on, pulling her head back. As she cried out she ran wet between her legs. "Tried to be nice."

"Oh… God—"

"Praying's not going to help. Too late for that, Jane." There was regret in his voice—as well as erotic inevitability. "I gave you a chance to have it on your terms. Now we'll do this on mine."

Favourite Scene:

Her breasts were perfect, the very best money could buy. 

Another Fav Scene: (I love how Butch teases V)

Despising himself, Vishous hammered a shot of vodka and quickly poured another. “My sex life is private, Butch. So are my… unconventional interests.”

“I hear ya. No one’s biz but yours. One question, though.”

“What.”

“When the females tie you down, do they paint your toenails and shit? Or just do your makeup?” As V laughed in a loud crack, the cop said, “Wait… they tickle your pits with a feather, right?”

“Smart-ass.”

*SPOILERS: If you haven't read the book, don't read my review* 

Favourite Scene:

He knew he was being overbearing as hell, but he couldn't help it. He was a bonded male. With his pregnant female. There were few things on the planet more aggressive or dangerous. And those bastards were called hurricanes and tornadoes.  

Favourite Scene:

The effect she had on him was druglike, a tantalizing combination of sexual need and profound ease. Like he was having an orgasm and falling into a peaceful sleep at the same time. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Another Fav Scene:

A dry male voice cut through the hall. "Rhage, that female wasn't brought here for your pleasure, and this isn't One Eye, my brother. No sex in the hall."