Quotes from Christine Feehan

His entire body shuddered with pleasure. He caught her hips in his hands, surged forward to to bury himself deep inside of her. A safe haven. His world was changed forever. He no longer walked the earth utterly alone. He would never be alone again. Antonietta changed his world. Brought him light in his unrelenting darkness.

She could see into his soul, the barely leashed beast always striving for dominance, never quite conquered. She could see his fear of losing her, of being forever vampire, loathed and hunted by his own kind. And she could see his terrible need to protect her, keep her safe, and his need to please her. He wanted to earn her respect and love, be worthy of it.

He needed to keep this woman with him. He didn't even know why the compulsion was so strong, but that need was relentless, bone deep. Soul deep.

She wanted to have a night of pure, perfect, tipsy sex with a gorgeous biker like Ice. But more than anything, she wanted to keep him.

She was inside him, wrapped around his organs. His heart. Maybe his damn soul if he had one. He let himself smile. She was there.She wasn't going anyplace

She stood there a moment, just looking at him. Jackson Deveau. The badass from the bayou everyone was so afraid of. Her Jackson. The man who was slowly, carefully, bringing her back to life.

and you, lying there, deciding whether or not you have had enough of life? What is wrong with you? Life is to be cherished. Not thrown away

She knew, more than any other reason, it was the way Steele touched her, the way his hands moved over her and the look on his face when he stared down into her eyes that kept her tied to him. He couldn't hide that.

Elle burst out laughing. He really was big bad Jackson, but hidden underneath all that steel muscle and the cold black eyes was something altogether different that no one, not even her sisters, suspected. He hid the gentle giant very well beneath that blue-jeaned devil

Family isn't always blood, baby, he said, I was lucky enough to have a woman take me as her child and teach me what family really is. We didnt have much, but we had each other.

Just like the sea, she was turbulent and wild, angry and loving. She felt every sensation, but it was only here, with water around her, that she dared let herself feel so strongly, so passionately.

In her mind danced the image of a shark with Thomas Ivan's white, practiced smile. Deliberately, Aidan teased her with the image until she was forced to laugh.

He needed to know she wanted to be with him. He needed to know someone loved him. He didn't believe himself worthy of love, so he had a difficult time believing she really wanted to be with him.

He worked well with the GhostWaljers, as a member of that team, but having Shylah as a partner was eye-opening. She seemed to anticipate every possibility as he did, and she took steps to protect him more fiercely than any person ever had.

Shylah's soft laughter slid into Draden's mind. Warm like honey, filling him up when he hadn't known he was empty.

So beautiful. He murmured the words aloud. He thought them in his head. Tucked them somewhere close. Her hair was beautiful, but so was her soul. That half she unknowingly held for him, it was beautiful as well. So much light in so small a package.

The gate, which had been securely locked, stood open in welcome. Everything seemed to be welcoming him. A sense of peace began to steal into his heart. A part of him wanted to sit on one of the benches and soak in the atmosphere.

That savage, he thought. Don't think you can push me aside so easily. Shark attack! Look out, cara, he is swimming toward you." Aidan deliberately lightened the mood between Alexandria and himself.

The rest of my life isn't that long, so I don't know how big a compliment it is. One day? Two? She rubbed her chin along his chest. Stay humble, my man.

She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.

Unfortunately, I'm not the greatest catch. None of us are. We're outcasts for a reason.

A true feminist wouldn't tell other women what they should do or shouldn't do. They would support their decisions. - Gino to Zara

He stared down into her eyes, holding her there like he could, just with his gaze, mesmerizing her. Keeping her captive, under his spell. A slow smile transformed the hard edges of his handsome face. He was so beautiful to her. A gorgeous man and she was falling more and more in love with him.

It was as if he wore a mask and whatever went on behind it wasn't for the world --or her--to see. And she wanted to. She wanted to be that woman, the one who knew him inside and out.