Quotes from Christine Feehan

The lights threw her Shadow into sharp relief behind her on the wall. The shadow was dark and thin, but threw out strong tubes, feelers reaching toward other shadows. When there were none, the feelers reached farther for connections, elongating, seeking, prompting another step from her.

Raven." The voice was warm, sensual, caressing. Calm in the eye of the storm. Black velvet. Beautiful. Soothing. She knew that voice at once. A curious hush fell in the dining room as Mikhail strode in. He had a hard arrogance about him, an air of complete command. He was tall, dark, well muscled, but it was his eyes, burning with energy, with darkness, with a thousand secrets, that drew immediate attention. Those eyes could mesmerize, hypnotize, just like the power in his voice.

You tend to drive every sane thought from my head." It was an apology as he lifted her into his arms. His long strides took them through the house to the master bathroom. Raven's eyes warmed, melted, her smile so loving his breath caught in his throat. "You do tend to get a little primitive, Mikhail." He growled at her, lowered his head to hers slowly, fastened his mouth to hers.

It is not for my sake only, but for humans and Carpathians alike. This child must live, Shea," he reiterated. "She must." Shea clearly felt the warning, the plea from his otherwise damned soul. This child was his only hope.

For the first time in her life she had the urge to turn around and flee. She knew danger when she saw it, and Ricco Ferraro was pure danger.

I will never get enough of you, Raven, never. But you need to soak in the tub, and I need to feed." "Eat." She bent to fill the tub with hot, steamy water. "In English you use the word eat. I'm not the greatest cook, but I could put something together for you." His white teeth gleamed like a predator's as he lit candles for her. "You are not here as my slave, little one. At least not in the domestic sense.

Do you wish us to seek eternal rest?" Her fist thumped his chest. "Not us, Mikhail, me!" "There is no you or me. There is only us." She took a deep calming breath. "I don't even know what or who I am anymore." "You are Raven, the most beautiful, courageous woman I have ever known.

That direct stare spoke volumes of knowledge about secrets she suddenly needed to know. He hadn't said a word, but all she could think was sex. Sin.

This is such bull, Brian. My own driver-slash-bodyguard is kidnapping us. And my bodyguard brother put us in the car. And my bodyguard boyfriend is off playing with his friends. Sheesh." She crossed her arms across her chest and kicked the front seat hard, right in the middle of Steve's back. "And when he stops this car, I'm kicking his ass

Sarah. The name shouldn't carry mystery, but it did.

She was mixed--Japanese and American. Nothing. A nothing. A nobody. The 'kanji' in her last name meant female devil. She didn't even know what her real last name was because she'd dishonored the family simply be being born.

Gregori's silver eyes moved over both women, then settled on Shea. "The child must be protected. It is no use appealing to Raven for logic, as she has none, and Mikhail is so besotted with her that he does not see his first duty, so it is up to you. For the sake of all of us, you must protect this child.

Did you kidnap me or rescue me?" Strong white teeth gleamed at her, a predator's smile, a man's amusement. "Perhaps a little of both.

Just like the sea she was turbulent and wild, angry and loving. She felt every sensation, but it was only here, with water around her, that she dared let herself feel so strongly, so passionately. ~Rikki (Waterbound, Seahaven/Sisters of the heart Book 1)

You look like hell," she observed. "I can't call the coast guard because you ripped out my VHF. I'm going to have to get you to shore as fast as possible." He held up his hand. "No. I can't be seen." He forced a trembling note into his voice. "I think someone's trying to kill me." "That's a shocker," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Thank you, Mikhail, for my blue jeans." She gave him a faint smile over her shoulder. He found her mysterious, sexy, innocent, and so very fragile. In the depths of her blue eyes he could find no anger, no blame, only love for him shining there. "I am happy you like them, although I still say they are garb for men, not a beautiful woman. I was hoping they would make you smile." "Only because you get that pained look on your face.

Shea shook her head, her green eyes dancing. You're a very bad man, Jacques. I keep telling you that, but you persist in thinking I am cute and cuddly.

Her family, the ones so gracious and honorable to take in two orphans, were harsh with her for her own good so she wouldn't become the whore her mother had been.

Just like the sea she was turbulent and wild, angry and loving. She felt every sensation, but it was only here, with water around her, that she dared let herself feel so strongly, so passionately. ~Rikki

You are safe with me, Raven. I would not allow anyone or anything to harm you." She swallowed nervously as he pushed open the heavy iron gates and mounted the steps. "Just you." She said it under her breath, but knew he heard her.

Don't worry, Monique, they like to look tough and mean, but they're really very sweet." She didn't know this particular Carpathian, but she was fairly certain Mikhail would have a few things to say if he dared touch her. Aidan winced visibly at that.

He groaned and dropped into the nearest kitchen chair, pushing his head into his hands. "Death by peanut butter. I never thought I'd go that way.

How dangerous is the healer?" Raven inhaled sharply. "The truth is, Gregori is the most dangerous of all Carpathians. Mikhail thinks Gregori is more powerful than he is, and that's saying quite a bit.

Jacques, are you hurt? I will come to you. Shea's soft voice swirled in his mind, caught fragments of his thoughts and seemed to piece him back together. She was, as always, his one and only anchor to reality. Stay there, but stay connected to me, Shea. Being so close to this place is disorienting me. I need you to keep me together. He was begging, but Jacques had no choice.