Quotes from Christine Feehan

Are you going to win every argument? He was pretty certain he'd asked her that once before. May be twice. Only the important ones.

When Jackson used that particular tone of voice, men died, pure and simple.

He rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and he'd watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.

There's no room for him in your head, Elle. I'm there. I'll always be there and if he tries to come in I'll drive him out until you're strong enough to do it yourself. And there was never room for him in your heart because I was already there. He couldn't touch your soul. It belongs to you and no one else unless you decide to share.

Francesca took a navy blue sheath from a hanger and held it up. This is darling, Gabriel. Don't you love it? You're right, I think we need to concentrate on much more feminine articles of clothing. He reached around her and fingered the soft material. Where is the rest of it? He was very serious, his dark eyes searching her face for signs she was teasing.

but you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person.

Discretion is the better part of valor

It's Mari, Jack, Ken whispered, needing to say it aloud. What? Jack jerked around, staring at the sniper as the eyes fluttered closed. Are you certain? Ken pulled the woman's belt loose and buckled it around her leg. Either that or your wife is playing sniper for the other team. It has to be Mari. She looks exactly like Briony.

The house is made up of the spirits of our ancestors. Did you think they would lie idly by while we were under attack? 'Cuz, yeah, didn't everybody's ancestors rise up and destroy enemies.

As a child he had grown up without a mother or even a grandmother. He had never really explored emotional relationships or marriage. He'd never been given advice on the matter. The closest he'd really come to seeing a relationship was watching Ryland Miller pursue Lily. The man had lost his mind. Nicholas had a feeling he'd joined the ranks of en losing their mind over women.

I know I burn for you.Even in my sleep, the sleep of our people where there can be no thought,I burn for you.

Or maybe it was survival mode they both lived in, and they didn't dare allow anyone else in because if they were ripped apart a second time there would be no fixing either of them

He saw trust. Complete trust. It was a gift, a precious one, and it humbled him. I've got you, Emeline. I will always be with you. Dragomire to Emeline, Dark Legacy, Dark #27

I need you right now, Shea. My body is going up in flames, and I hurt like hell. We have to be alone soon or I might die." Her laughter muffled against his chest. "No one has ever died because they wanted to make love." But she wasn't sure. Her own body was burning and begging for the connection to his. Gregori suddenly materialized, made a soft, sighing noise, and sent them a clear frown. Like guilty children they broke apart.

Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meditate when you're murdering someone

For Lily, there was only her phantom lover, bold enough, arrogant enough, crazy enough to dare follow her here when he was in far more danger than she could ever be.

I think my vision's blurred, he murmurred. SHe responded with a hesitant laugh. If that's all that happened, you're a heck of a better kisser than I am. I can't stand up. I'm afraid to touch you. We might go up in flames. She sighed. They story of my life...

I don't suppose you cook? Tucker inquired hopefully. Did you think because she can start fires she'd be great with a grill? Gator asked.

Do you have a camera? Jackson asked. We could get some pictures and may be take a print or two if we're lucky. Jonas shook his head. We'd probably get a bunch of ghosts and that would just freak me out.

What does kiciciyapi mitawa mean? He kept his head on her breasts. What? You called me kicicyapi mitawa. It sounded so beautiful. It wasn't Japanese. What was it? It's the voice of the Lakota. It would sound silly in English. He cupped her breast, his fingers moving lightly over her skin. His breath warm on her heart. I want to know. It didn't sound silly when you said it. It sounded...beautiful. It made me feel beautiful. And loved. He kissed her breast. I called you my heart. And you are.

There was a certain feminine satisfaction in having the last word, delivering her line smartly, and breaking the connection between them quickly and decisively.

There was a moment of silence. Something velvety brushed along the walls of his mind. A caress. The beauty of it was in such stark contrast to the ugliness of the torment he suffered. He felt her there with him.

She was crawling out from under the huge tour bus when he first caught sight of her. She was small, like a child.

Torture can be a two edged sword.