Quotes from Christine Feehan

He needed to crawl inside of her, share her skin, bury himself deep so she could pour the sun over him and steer him away from the shadows always clawing pieces out of him.

Blythe turned the tables on him. She was genuine. Sweet. Protective. Nurturing. Everything he'd never had and didn't know he needed or wanted. It was impossible not to love her.

He wasn't like some of his fellow GhostWalkers, who seemed to walk into a room and have half the female population enthralled--and that had nothing to do with their enhancements and everything to do with their good looks, charisma, or both, none of which he had.

That kind of loyalty could never be bought . Fear couldn't buy that loyalty. Timur was reminded of that every time he saw the two men. They weren't related by blood, but they were brothers all the same.

Breezy laughed and the sound went through him the way it often did, lighting his world. She sounded bright and happy and she shed that light on him. She took him right out of the violence, the blood and death and vile world he lived in to draw into the sunshine with her.

I belong to you, devochka moya. Everything I am and will ever be. My heart. My body. I belong to you and I want you to be familiar with what is yours.

Justice is served, he said softly, and stepped into a long shadow.

Love transcends all evil

There was kindness in her and compassion. Two characteristics he didn't have. Or at least, not in abundance. He was the perfect killing machine. He didn't need to feel bad. Once unleashed, set on a course, he followed it until it was done.

Emma, I'll never be easy. I won't. I'm not going to pretend your life will be a bed of roses, but I can tell you that no man will ever need you more, or want you more, or love you more than I will.

Damn it, woman," he snapped. "Stop crying. Are you hysterical?" "Maybe." Her voice was muffled by the pillow and her hands. -Maxim & Airiana

He wouldn't give up on her. He was prepared to do anything, fight any battle. No matter if the act was forbidden or not, if he could get her back, he would humble himself, put himself in any kind of jeopardy or fight any battle to save her.

He fought for his country, but mostly he fought for the people in his country so they had freedom to make choices. He just hoped they'd be good ones.

Her heart was so full, she was afraid it might burst. She had never dared to dream she would have a home and a family. She had never conceived of having friends. Life might never be perfect, but she had Nicolae, and he would always understand those terrible moments when the memories crept out from behind the doors in her mind. He would be there to hold her and help her.

I'm trying to decide if I'm having hallucinations and you're really an angel--or witch. Either one, I can't tell yet.

You have to commit to us. Just like you're part of Torpedo Ink, I have to be part of you. You have to be all in.

Her ass was marked, but she didn't make a sound. After several minutes, he stopped and picked up the second tawse. "Okay, baby, we're at the main event. What are you being punished for, Seychelle?" "Because my man loves this shit and wants an excuse to use his fun little toys on me.

Once he was set on a task, once he made up his mind, he was relentless.

Her mouth was a miracle, plain and simple. Heaven. He had never believed in heaven or God until that moment. Until he found it in her.

She had the faint taste of sass and sweet. Lethal and home. The combination was deadly to a man like him.

She could be soft and sensitive. He'd provide the armor for her.

He knew she was already lost. HIS. He'd never thought he'd really have a chance at finding a woman of his own, one he could love and center his world around, one who would accept him and his fucked-up life, but now that she'd stepped into his world, he knew he wasn't about to let her go.

You still have three gaping wounds in your body, yet the first thing you're thinking about is getting me naked, you are such a man! He inclined his his head, Thank you for the compliment

You're so beautiful, Dax. Your heart. Your soul. I don't think I could ever find a better man.