Quotes from Christine Feehan

Incoming. Are you sure? You sound so calm. Maybe you're wrong. I'm not wrong. Can you do this, Rose? He had to know if she was going to panic. I can kill whoever they send, no problem. Of course I can do this. I'm pregnant, not braindamaged. My condition doesn't change my personality. Kane rubbed his chin. Being pregnant might not have changed her personality, but it certainly made her a bit testy

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like she was his and had been for years. Like he was a man dying and she was his greatest love. He felt like she was. Shylah Cosmos. His only little peony. His delicate flower. Dependable. Long-lived.

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they could also give you everything.

We'll find a way to have children, Mikhail. You managed to convert me without becoming deranged." There was gentle humor in her voice. Mikhail's head went up, his dark eyes meeting hers. Raven laughed softly. "Did you think I wouldn't know your worst fear? I am adept at reading minds, and you, my love, have opened yourself to me often. I knew your fear and loved you all the more for facing it alone.

We're all going to die someday, Sasha. We can only live our lives the best way we can. I believe in family.

Those long endless nights of gray voids, an abyss of hell really, a bleak nothingness, occasionally interrupted by a battle with the undead, there had been no hope left. He had forgotten joy. Laughter. Fun. Maybe he had never known it. Now there was Adalasia with her brightness.

He was lonely. He wanted his own family. A wife. Children. Someone to come home to. Someone to care for, to take care of. He needed a purpose. His lifestyle had no balance. He needed someone to become his center, to anchor him.

A woman, young, full of life and laughter, a human with a psychic connection to him. A human filled with compassion, intellect, and strength. Death and damnation could wait another day while he satisfied his curiosity.

It was at home, when she was alone with herself, the way she'd been her entire life, that she was lost. She had no purpose. No focus. No center to balance her. Now, this man, Vittorio Ferraro, an amazing, sensual, intelligent man offered those things to her.

I want you to be mine completely. I need you to give yourself to me the way you kiss me. More importantly, I need to be your man. The one who shelters you, protects you, gives you everything.

He'd been lucky enough to find a home with Team Four of the GhostWalkers in the Pararescue Unit. In his life, those men had been the first he'd ever given his allegiance to, and that had been hard-won.

Zev patted his sword. "No problem then. I can take on the entire Lycan world for you, with a kid no less, just so you can get your beauty sleep." "My lifemate is Tatijana and you see what she looks like. I can't risk looking like I'm Dracula." Zev laughed softly. "I don't know what that woman sees in you." "Quite frankly, neither do I.

Someone to care about him. Someone to be his center. Someone to make him feel alive and passionate about living.

He wanted Shylah to see past his physical appearance to 'him'. He needed her to care who he was.

His voice. It was beautiful. Low. Soothing, yet the same time, there was absolute command, as if he ruled the world and knew it.

Ilya shrugged. "I'm going to marry Joley, so you'd better get used to the idea of having me around." "She know that?" Jonas asked, somewhat mollified. "Not yet. She has a few issues with me.

It was beyond his imagination that such a miracle could occur. Just when he knew he would walk into the sun without hesitation, he had been sent an angel. A slow smile softened his mouth. His angel refused to do anything he told her.

She was the one. His only. He knew it with every fiber of his being.

The truth was, Sevastyan wanted a woman of his own. A partner. A woman to love. A woman who held the mate for his leopard. That same gift his cousins had. He doubted if that was going to ever happen for him. His father and Mitya's father both had seen to that with their torture and deviant training.

She had the beginnings of trust in him. He needed that from her. To gain the kind of absolute faith and trust he needed from her, he had to show in every way that he would always be there for her. That trust could never be in any way taken for granted or abused.

She didn't think she had anything to offer him. He got that. She had no money, no family, nothing at all in her eyes. Yet she gave him this magnificent gift - her and her trust, when she had no reason to trust anyone, least of all him.

You look like an innocent angel, Shylah, but you kiss like fucking sin.

I was always in danger. Always. I felt every minute of the day that I was walking a tightrope and any moment I was going to fall. Part of me just wanted it over.

The past wouldn't let her go, not her love for him and not her memories of his betrayal. "I remember." She choked out the words against his throat. "Can you hear me screaming in pain? Can you, Sasha? It's so deep I can't ever get it out and it's locked inside me forever." He crushed her to him. "Yes. I'm screaming too." He held her, staying to the shadows, his face buried in her silken hair.