Quotes from Christine Feehan

Il mio piccola bella amore, I can't change the past as much as I'd like to," he said softly. "I can only tell you that you have my future. Only you.

I love how you always want me, Abbey. Do you have any idea what a gift that is to a man?" Her fingers caressed the hair on his neck. "Do you have any idea what a gift it is to have a man look at me the way you do?

His expressionless mask had slipped and she saw him, his fierce demons and turbulent needs mixed with dark, ferocious passion. He would never be like other men. He would always be dominant, scary to enemies and yet gentle with those he loved.

Desari reached up to trace his lips. You have a perfect mouth, Julian. An amazingly perfect mouth. He arched an eyebrow at her. Just my mouth is amazing? You are such a man. Her eyes laughed at him. You need constant reassurance that you are magnificent. He nodded. Magnificent.I like that. I could live with magnificent. Good choice of words,lifemate. She circled his neck with her arms. Arrogant male. Darius is right, you know.You are incredibly arrogant. But deservedly so, he pointed out.

Nonny has this way about her. She made me realize that there was good people in the world. She made me see that we were a family of sorts--the GhostWalkers in my unit--and that we had extended family in the other GhostWalker units. I liked that.

Looking into Ricco's eyes, she knew she was safe with him. She felt safe. More she felt free.

She had no idea she could feel so protected. So beautiful. So cherished. He made her feel all those things. She could give him his art- and it was beautiful.

I'm not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can't think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.

She was the woman who would center him. Be the center of his world. Hell. Who was he kidding? She already was.

Is the rain getting the mud off of me?" She tilted her head. A hint of laughter crept into her eyes. "Actually it's running down your face in a rather dramatic fashion. I think you'd even manage to scare an alligator." "Before you start laughing at me, you might take a look at yourself.

It took both of them to force her to feed from other than Mikhail. She resisted for a moment. For our child, little one, Mikhail whispered softly, lovingly, bending her will to his. You must do this for our child. Gregori added his own reinforcement. I have never asked anything of you, Raven, of our friendship. This I ask.

He'd missed her. Really missed her. It was strange to think of a woman night and day, to worry about her and look forward to being with her. To inhale the scent of her and know you were home. To crave her body like an addiction and need the sound of her laughter and sight of her smile. He'd never had that before and now it seemed as natural to him as breathing.

It wasn't about a women's weight, it was about who they were, if that brightness shone through their eyes and skin and hair. Ricco found beauty in art. Women were a form of art. All shapes and sizes. All body types.

You need to accept my apology and then let it go. That's the way we're going to do things when we're together. I'm going to fuck up and apologize a lot. You're going to forgive me and let it go.

I wonder how you'll scream when I tear out your heart and show it to you," Emma said, very calmly, her voice low, meaning every word.

Her body clenched with hot desire, and without thinking she bathed Jacques' mind in her heat. She saw his body hunch, as if someone had physically punched him. Guilt stirred for a moment, but then he was stroking her throat, his mental touch every bit as exciting in her state of arousal as his physical one. Gregori straightened up slowly and inhaled sharply, turned to glare at Jacques.

Marry me, be my wife. Be my partner. Take the risk with me. I need you in a way I've never needed anything or anyone. He was giving himself up to her. He'd never felt more vulnerable. Never felt more terrified. Every fucking word I said to you is the truth.

He never used a last name if he could help it because the only name that mattered to him was not his own, and unless he found a lifemate, he would not chance ever dishonoring it. -Andre

Ilya. His name came out a raspy whisper. A plea to save her from herself. His head lowered, his silky hair brushing over her skin like caressing fingers. His lips brushed over her neck just below her ear, tongue licking wickedly, teeth scraping, sending her nerve endings into shock. He lifted his head again, his gaze, hot and hungry, colliding with her desperate one. Kiss me, Joley. Stop running and kiss me.

That won't be necessary. They aren't living with us. They can get their own damn homes. If they want to hang around, they can sit out on the roof and play with their guns.

The cell wanted to overthrow the government and to do that, they were hurting their own people. Draden had never seen the logic in that, how could they convince themselves that what they were doing was justified because they believed in the endgame.

You are safe, Lorraine. You will always be safe from me. You are the one person in this world I could never harm for any reason. The things I told you about myself are true. I am Carpathian, not vampire. I hunt the undead.

You are now my family. Your brother and sister have become my family.

He thought he was playing her. Seducing her. That was the play, but it felt all too real, and he'd never had real.