Quotes from Christine Feehan

For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt masculine. He'd given her that, and she'd be forever grateful.

He remained silent, and the compulsion to look at him grew until she couldn't stand it. Her gaze met his and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Those eyes were every bit as hypnotic as his voice.

Kiss me, Raven. Remember me." She lifted long lashes and searched his black, hungry gaze with blue eyes that had darkened to deep purple. There was a burning intensity in the heat of his gaze, of his body. "If I kiss you, Mikhail, I won't be able to stop.

Seduction wasn't difficult when two people were both willing...and she was so willing. Whatever he wanted. Any way he wanted. Anywhere.

She didn't want to be that girl, the one curled up in a little ball. The one under the covers in the fetal position. She'd been there hundreds of times and every single time she'd told herself to stand up. This time, win or lose, if she just stood up, she had the very real opportunity, which would never come again, to be with a man she'd dreamt of.

You were not born too late, my love. Accept what is and what has been given to us. A great gift, a priceless treasure. I am with you now and for all time.

He smiled at her, looking more like temptation than ever before. She didn't care, she wanted everything he could give her.

Arguing with you is going to be a fucking waste of time, isn't it?" She laughed, and the sound slid into his body, an arrow aimed right at his heart. "Yes. You may as well get used to it, honey.

Your woman's a badass, Timur,he said. She can't cook worth shit, but she's a badass. [...] Don't ever cross her, Jeremiah warned. She knows more ways to kill a man than I do. Seriously, boss, don't do it. [...]She's inventive when it comes to killing men.He beckoned Timur closer and waited for him to bend down. He looked left and right to make certain no one would over hear him. You're so lucky, man. She's a total babe, he whispered. She's a mankiller, and that's hot as hell.

Kiss me, Raven. Merge your mind with mine. Share your body so that we are completely one being. You trusted me before. Do so now. Look at me with the eyes of love, in forgiveness for the things I have been forced to do, for the beast in my nature. Do not look at me through the eyes of one who would wish to destroy our people and us. Give yourself to me.

We're going to climb out. Straight up, honey. Whitney's boys aren't going to shoot you or Sebastian." "Are you out of your mind? We're going to go up a rope into a helicopter with the backwash from the blades, sharpshooters taking potshots, and a baby?" He grinned at her. "Sounds like a fun date, doesn't it?

The feelings of conquest and possession mixing with love were a heady combination. Those traits were deep in him and she accepted him without judgment. How could he not be in love with her?

You want to come to me. You know you have to come to me.Nothing can stop you. It is inevitable,like the tide. There can be no turning back.

He had enough of bullshit lonely. Of believing he was the devil walking on earth. He might be a monster, but to this one woman, he wasn't that. He hoped the others could take notice and have hope.

I can imagine you with me in the swamp, helping to raise our sons, shotgun right at your side, everywhere you go." "Daughters." "Baby. Really? I'm a manly man and I have manly sperm, the kind that only throws sons. Way, way too much testosterone for the female children. You're going to have to let that dream go." "I have my heart set on daughters, so you're going to have to tone down the male craziness and get the feminine vibe going.

Her courage humbled him. The immense trust it took to allow herself to be tied by him, even in the name of art, was astonishing for a woman like her. It was a true power exchange between them and he loved that. Even craved it.

Your are? he demanded....................I'm in the women's bathroom, which is supposed to be private to women

She liked that little nod of approval he'd given her as if she were his equal just because she hadn't given into the hysteria welling up.

Where the fuck is your coat? His voice was pitched low. Soft. It sounded menacing, as if all his anger was directed at her because she didn't have on a coat.

I don't want to crush your heart, sweetheart, but, aside from the fact that it would be impossible for a man like me to do that, it's just plain not happening. I'd kill any idiot who was dumb enough to try to date a daughter of mine." "If they were anything like me, you'd be more than happy to pay someone to take them off your hands." She giggled

I was born for one thing. One fucking thing, Meiling. I was born to be your man. To stand with you as a partner. In front of you as a shield. Behind you to guard your back. I feel you in my soul. I know you're there. You are the only thing that makes sense of why I'm alive. -

Perhaps it is as simple as Hannah's sister is marrying one of the few men in the world I call friend. His gaze strayed to where Joley stood rigid against the wall. Or perhaps I wanted to see, one more time, whether the reason I can no longer sleep at night is worth it.

If I really wanted you to love me, I should have presented more of a challenge." She burrowed deeper into a pillow. "My hair is a mess." Mikhail sat on the edge of the bed, took the mass of silk in his hands, and gently began to weave the thick strands into a long, loose braid, "If you presented much more of a challenge, little one, my heart would never be able to take it." He sounded amused.

There was nothing for him, and in the end, he had to acknowledge that he was too dangerous to just keep around like some loose cannon