Quotes from Christine Feehan

She had a way of giving him comfort when nothing else could. The wailing of the dead. The accusations of their eyes because he couldn't save them. She drove those dead children away from him and brought him peace.

Her mouth was perfect under his, her taste wrapping him up in addiction. He craved her the way others might drugs. The depth of his feelings shook him. The passion and love mixed together inside him, welling up like a volcano, consumed him.

I'm on a journey seeking personal enlightenment, and you are disturbing my aura of love.

Finish it Sonia. For You, I'm perfect for you, you keep leaving that part out. I'm not a perfect man, I'm not 'right'. I'm right for you and I'm perfect for you. No One Else.

It was against her principles to allow anyone else to fight her battles and perhaps be injured or killed in her place.

He just likes everyone to think he's a badass." "I am a badass, damn it," Jackson said. He picked up the comb and carefully started on the next thick strand of hair. "You seem to be the only one who isn't aware of it.

there was something human left in him after all. He could 'feel'. He hadn't believed it possible, and in a short time this angelic creature had turned his world upside down.

Has the world gone insane? This kind of thing didn't happen in Wyoming. The horses or cattle never got jealous or murderous." She slid into the backseat of the car, and he followed. "Well, occasionally, one did, but it was easy enough to stop them. We ate the steer that gave us trouble and worked with the horse until it behaved." Giovanni laughed. "Well, I don't think Aaron or the hit man would like it if we ate them.

Every moment I'm with you, bambina, I fall harder. It's difficult for mr to believe you're real. You aren't the only one a little terrified.

I take care of what's mine. He won't get his filthy hands on you again. That's my promise to you.

He wanted to believe in another life where he could have his woman for more than the short time it appeared they had left, but if he didn't ever get that, he would celebrate every second with her now.

Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meditate when your murdering someone?

Whitney may be a complete madman and an absolute fucking wreck of a human being, but he gave me you, Draden said. I'd still put a bullet in his head, but I'd thank him first.

She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn't understand how musical notes could stroke a man's skin and dance along his thighs. He didn't understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him.

In that moment he knew she could shatter him. Break him into a million pieces and he'd never recover. Not in this lifetime. He realized all the lore in his family was truth. Ferraro men. When then found the right woman, loved her with everything in them and they did it only once. Francesca was his once.

This woman could break him when nothing that had come earlier in his life ever had.

Hurry up. You promised me a ride. Okay, that wasn't a good thing to say to him. Not in her bedroom. On your bike, she added hastily.

You need to allow yourself to fall apart. Just this once, when I am holding you close. Tomorrow night you can be strong again

Since no one's ever fallen in love with me, I think now's a good time. I can go out knowing someone thought I was worth that.

If I'm going to die a really ugly death, it's nice to like the person you're going to share that with.

And you attacked them with that saucepot. Seriously, csecsemo, I wouldn't try that again. I can see you are determined to learn to fight these creatures, and I am trying my best to look at all the reasons why it is a good idea that you do learn, but saucepots are out.

every man there had been trained from childhood in the brutal schools, as assassins. They were all looking for a new life and trying to figure out the rules of society. They knew they'd never fit perfectly, but they were doing their best.

watching his white teeth flash at her and the lines in his face soften so that he almost looked boyish. That smile was reserved for her alone and it was full-blown, wide, bright and heart-stopping in its joy.

Women, real women do not have to prove anything to men. We already know we're the superior gender.