Quotes from Christine Feehan

Could she give herself to him? She knew two things about him. He was a man with a strict code of honor, and he was a very dangerous man capable of swift violence.

I can always get around you, little red hair," he answered tenderly. "You are not capable of holding a grudge." The feeling of hatred was oppressive. Jacques' gentle teasing was comforting, and she was oddly grateful for it. She tucked her fingers into the crook of his arm. "Don't count on my good nature, Jacques. You do remember what they say about people with red hair.

Hot. Tight. Wet. Perfect. He knew what paradise was, right there in his woman's mouth.

It is impossible . Jacques caught her thoughts. Why? Shea demanded. Mikhail would know. I do not know how I know this, but Gregori could not hide this from Mikhail She gave an exasperated little sigh. Jacques hid his grin at her feminine petulance. She really had an aversion to the way Gregori dictated to the women.

I could love you all night, Raven," he murmured enticingly against her throat. His hands moved over her body, leaving fire in their wake. "I want to love you all night." "Isn't that the point? It's dawn." Her hands had a mind of their own, finding every defined muscle with her fingertips, stroking across his hard male form, seeking her own exploration. "Then I will spend the day making love to you.

It is not reasonable to presume an eighty-year-old mortal could survive an attack," Mikhail answered grimly. "It is not logical to presume anything," Gregori reminded as he glided up onto the porch.

refused to shut down, alarms

It burst out of him. Crude. But still. He couldn't think with his blood thundering in his ears and roaring through his shaft. Her hands were doing wicked, sinful things

What had he done to try to save himself? Nothing. He'd done nothing. He'd let fate decide, closing his eyes and giving himself up to the judgment of the universe.

Desire tightened his thigh muscles, drew up his balls and danced in his belly. He held her head

They kept to themselves. We all had a 'live and let live' philosophy, so we didn't mix unless someone committed crimes in our territories. Karpatii, mage and humans were close. The others stayed away from us and from each other.

You freakin' hussy. You're going into heat aren't you? Oh my God I'm saving us both. We'll go back to the swamp. Even if he tries to track you, no one is as good as we are there. I just have to hide you until it's over. You should have told me Don't tell me you didn't know, Bebe, because that's why you rose and accepted his claim. You were feeling all amorous and you were willin' to throw me to that wolf just for sex" —Christine Feehan

Csitri --little one. He put a wealth of love in his summons. You are better? Relief. I am getting there quickly. Are you in bed? Always the bed thing.

How old do you think I am, Alexandria? Aidan asked softly. I have lived over eight hundred years now. You are irrevocably bound to me. Is it such a terrible fate? For a moment there was silence. Then she was smiling at him. Ask me again in a hundred years. I'll tell you then.

I am beginning to like the way you talk to me and that is frightening. There was the faintest of smiles in his voice.

I can hear your weariness. Sleep now. You're not to worry about me , she instructed softly. She ached for the touch of his fingers, the sight of him, and that gave him satisfaction. She was already missing him--just as he was missing her.

He was a Rider. A shadow rider. It was who he was. What he was. A rider no choice but to do what he'd been trained for from the age of two -- even before that. It was in his bones, in his blood, he couldn't live without it. He dispensed justice to those the law couldn't touch.

You are --sivamet-- of my heart. I love you, little one. Those are the words of both your people and mine, and they come from my heart. Mikhail used a last burst of strength to send a plea to the only human he could trust to ensure Raven's safety. Raven closed her eyes, knowing she had to let him go before his strength was gone. Sleep, Mikhail. In the words of your people, you are my lifemate.

I would have aged right along with you. When your breath ceased, so would mine." She shook her head. "How can I resist you, Mikhail, when you steal my heart?" His grin turned her heart over, somersaulted her stomach. "You are not supposed to resist me, little one. I am your other half.

There's an old saying about curls and being bad. He groaned, bringing her hand to his mouth before settling into the driver's seat. Grand-mere used to quote that to me. I don't have curls. I have waves. Wavy hair is much manlier.

There is always a price to pay, he observed, as if reading her mind.

A part of her was thrilled. The same part was terrified. Already it felt too much like ownership. As if he had already branded her in her bones. In her soul.

Evil endured. She knew it did, and Xavier was wholly evil.

Francesca took a deep breath. Inhaled Stefano. She feared once Barry entered the room she wouldn't be able to breathe properly. She didn't want to take the chance of drawing him into her lungs. He was in her nightmares; he didn't get anything else from her.