Quotes from Christine Feehan

I give you my word. You're totally safe with me.

You know, baby," he said, just to see her catch fire, "I think we should try again with the spanking. I could make it erotic. Make you love it." "I could hit you over the head with a frying pan in your sleep too," she said. "Make you love that.

The examinations had taken much longer than necessary because they were paying more attention to learning each other's bodies than searching for telltale symptoms of the virus.

Ice wanted her. For whatever reason, he might even need her.

Sandu was well aware love started in one's mind. It stayed there. Good times, bad times, if you wanted that love to remain alive, you had to keep it forever safe in the mind.

Sarah didn't like complications. Ancient prophecies and broad shoulders and black auras were definite complications.

Love for her welled up so strong, so intense, the pressure in his chest made him feel as if he might be having a heart attack.

The gate will swing open in welcome for the man who is destined to become the love of the eldest child's life.

She put her hand in his, and he smiled. It was as if for her, the sun came out. His smile took her breath and made her inexplicably happy because, she sensed, he rarely smiled and it was like a gift.

She had a beautiful mouth. Wide and full and curved as if she laughed all the time. Or invited kisses. The thought came unbidden as he stared at her mouth. Sheer temptation

Gregori wanted her. More than that, he needed her. That particular revelation changed everything. It put control back in her hands, gave her back her life. She squared her shoulders. She was no longer a child running from a nameless fear. She was his lifemate, chosen by God to walk with a man of power, of honor. A sensual, strong male who needed her more than anyone else on earth ever could.

Timur. She whispered his name. Knowing she shouldn't. Unable to stop herself. She waited until his blue eyes lifted to hers. You're not a psychopath, nor are you what your father tried to shape you into. You're...extraordinary.

Nicolas didn't want the couple there. It was petty of him and made him feel ashamed and even stupid that he wanted more time alone with Lara. He had always been so self-assured, but now he feared losing her, feared she would leave him—or stay with him because of the lifemate bond, but never find it in her heart to love him.

Ask any of my brothers, nothing stops me. No one stops me. I got the name Steele because I'm unbending.

He glanced back at her over his shoulder, his incredible eyes moving over her face. Seeing her. Focusing on her. The way he looked at her made her heart begin to accelerate.

His mouth found each of her eyelids, then drifted down her cheek to the corner of her lips. Don't protest. Just listen to me. I'v thought about this for a long time. Your life is in danger. You've accepted that, and you're willing to chance our love. But I couldn't live with your death at my hands. I can't, Isabella. He kissed her mouth, her soft, pliant lips, drawing strength from her, her endless courage becoming his.

Because without you, I am far too dangerous to the world. Because what I feel for you goes far beyond the human emotion of love.

I'd die for my club, but I want my own woman, one worthy of living for.

Soleil's laughter warmed him when he thought nothing could. She moved something inside him, things he thought dead or never there in the first place. She brought out his desire to be better. She chased his demons away.

There's danger in separating yourself from everyone, not wanting anyone to see inside of you where you're vulnerable. We know the world isn't safe and perfect like the fairy tales. But if you let it eat away at you, when that one comes along, that woman you know is going to make your world for you, you won't see her, because you're too busy hiding. I almost missed my chance with her.

He kissed her gently, tenderly, opening his mind as much as he dared, wanting to share himself with her. His love was wild, obsessive, protective, certainly not given easily, but given completely to her.

It was the worst nightmare possible for a boy like Steele. He felt responsiblity, even when he was just very little. Something in him needed to help all of us.

Ashe couldn't help the way her heart beat faster. Danger. Why did she find herself running right toward it all the time? What was it about adrenaline that made her such an addict? She wanted to feel this way, exhilarated, alive and not quite safe. It was playing with fire, and she knew better.

Well, Sara." He said it very softly. "Are you going to save me?