Quotes from Christine Feehan

When I love, Francesca, it's with everything in me. I'm loyal and I'm a fighter, which means I'll fight with my last breath to make certain my woman is happy. I expect those in my life to be the same way.

Jackson caught Elle's arms and dragged her back against him, pressing his mouth to her ear. Stop now, Elle, or I swear I'll knock you out. You aren't killing yourself over him. Stop now, damn it. Elle slumped against him. Don't let my sisters touch me. Too dangerous. And I can't bear if they feel what I feel. Promise me. Blood pumped out of her nose. Only you, Jackson, no one else. Swear it or I keep going. Jackson closed his eyes. I swear it, Elle.

Shylah was like Nonny. She would stand with her man, carving out a home and fighting by his side when necessary in the worst of circumstances.

Wariness crept into her eyes, into her expression. Her tongue touched her bottom lip, that full bottom lip he wanted to bite. He dreamt of biting it. Now it was going to happen

I'm letting myself fall for you. All the way. I want that. You're definitely the kind of man I want.

No one will ever need you more than I do, Ashe. And no man will ever work harder to make certain you're happy. I can promise those two things.

If the cycle of mating heat was anything like the desire clawing at him, he and Savannah were in for either a difficult time or a glorious one.

Why are you so weak, ma petite ? This is not acceptable. She waved his concern aside. Is it acceptable for you to play around with other women? She didn't stop to think why it infuriated her, but it did. I've been taking care of myself for five years, Gregori, without your assistance. I don't need you, and I don't want you. And if I do have to have you around, a few rules are going to be followed.

I love everything about you. I told myself that was what it was. All those parts, separately that I loved them. I watch you. I'm inside your mind. I see who you are. I've decided it isn't about loving everything about you. It's simply about loving you.

Tempest liked the feeling of strength in Darius's hand, the heat of his body warming hers, the easy, fluid way he moved with the suggestion of tightly leashed power. Most of all she loved the way his eyes burned possessively over her, the way his chiseled, perfect mouth tempted her.

I love that you're mine. I've never had anything for myself. Not one fucking thing, Evangeline. I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I'm going after that you know. Your heart.

She found him very hard to resist, and if she was truthful with herself, she wasn't trying that much.

He could keep her safe, make all her troubles go away. He could do that. He was that man.

Victor watched them working together flawlessly, something his brothers had done from the time most of them were young. That ability to seamlessly blend their talents had allowed them to survive the insanity they'd grown up in. The gifts each of them had always astonished him.

Honey, it's no good to ever think that way. We make the decisions we make based on information we have at the time. You did what you thought was right. How could you possibly have known there were such monsters in the world? I didn't know. They killed Genevieve's boyfriend and her grandmother. They killed my mentor and my brother. I still didn't know, not really, not until I saw them for myself. You can't blame yourself for something that is out of your control.

For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She'd seen them for a second, but it didn't matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life.

She responded to him as if born for him-- and he was certain she was. More importantly, he was beginning to think he had been born for her.

She belongs to Steele. She's got a child. Steele's son, so that woman and that boy are ours.

She hadn't expected the intamacy of his voice in her head. It had a smoothness to it that gave way now and then to gravel.

They were on the highway, lights flashing, sirens blaring. 'Maybe we should go in quietly and not tip him off. Just a suggestion.' 'Just clearing the way. I'll cut the lights and siren before we turn off the highway.' 'I see the heavy traffic,' Lev said. There wasn't a car on the road.

I need you with me, Raven. You chase away the shadows and lighten the terrible load that threatens to drown me.

Baby, you're reading the situation completely wrong. I know you don't need saving. I do. I need you to save me.

She stood there looking up at him as if he were a good man and would save her. He was debating whether or not he was that good. Unfortunately for her, he didn't think so.

She saw him, that man who kept himself isolated, so separate from the rest of the world. She saw him for who he was, and she liked him anyway.