Quotes from Christine Feehan

Trying to control someone like that is like trying to hold water in your hand. It just makes a man insane." "So, basically, if you locked her up, she might kick your balls right up into your stomach and then smile at you as you're lying on the floor." "Basically." Jack shot him a grin. "Good for her

The night sky was dark and cloudy and felt very much like her weeping heart.

We did not make it to the pools." "What pools?" Her voice was drowsy and sensual from his lovemaking. His heart turned over, and his body tightened in anticipation. "The tunnel leads to hot springs, a beautiful spot where we can rest for a time. I was taking you there when you seduced me." Shea laughed softly. "Is that what I did? If all it takes is opening your shirt, we're in for a wild time together.

Talking quietly together. Was that what couples did? Was it small things that wove those relationships tighter? Made them stronger? She didn't know, but she loved being with Malichai just like this. Talking softly to him. Getting his reassurance. Giving him the same.

Steele shook his head. They were all crazy, but it was a good crazy. "I'm with you, Steele

She wanted to walk into the night and disappear.

Think of where we can take Byron when we find him." "The cabin is too dangerous. It will have to be a cave or the ground itself. We can turn him over to the healer and find a safe place to rest, perhaps make it back here." "That thrills me, it truly does." "Where did you learn to be so sarcastic?

Jacques nuzzled the warmth of her neck, lazily slid his attentions lower to the invitation of her full breasts. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" "No, but you can tell me if you want," she encouraged, circling his neck with her slender arms.

The males are aggressive in nature, territorial, yet protective to the extreme. They consider themselves but half of a whole. That half is comprised of all the potential for evil and violence. They are supreme hunters, perfect killing machines." "Father." She gasped a protest. Edgar Hummer smiled in the darkness, aware she could see him perfectly. "This is not entirely my own description.

The cat was still clawing at him, still trying for supremacy, but not in his usual aggressive, out for blood and mayhem, for the taste of human flesh manner. No this time he felt almost playful. Playful? His Leopard? There was no time;even in childhood, his Leopard had never felt playful.

You're so full of shit," Transporter said. "I read a book on that—" Maestro cut him off. "You've read a book on everything, but if whoever wrote the fuckin' book didn't really know shit, then quoting them makes you look bad.

Stop, Ricco all but snarled the command. You're a Ferraro. You never, ever fucking let them see they got to you. Even here, Francesca, you keep your head up. You remember who you are. If you can't do it for yourself, you do it for him. For Stefano. I know you love him.

We don't mind enemies. We wouldn't know what to do without them.

I feel it deeper than I feel anything else. So deep it's fucking terrifying. I'm never going to be good at saying the words. They get stuck in my throat. It's like if I say it out loud something bad is going to happen. I feel as if I'm cursing us. Everyone they knew we cared about died.

That frying pan is looking better and better to me," she muttered under her breath. "I think we're going to have to hang one on the wall in every room, both here and at the clubhouse

He bent over her, a dark, imposing figure exuding power. His silver eyes glittered at her. "Hear me, Savannah. If you believe nothing else about me, believe this. You belong to me, with me. No one will ever attempt to take you from me and live. No one." His voice was low, beautiful, and all the more deadly for it.

I'm getting worried that you might be a little bloodthirsty.

He wasn't a good talker under the best of circumstances. If she needed someone killed, he was her man, but trying to sound suave and sophisticated was far beyond any ability he had.

Ice, you're an idiot. You already nearly lost Anya for Reaper, don't even try to advise Steele

You aren't worried, are you?" "Why should I be worried? It's just another day in the neighborhood. You know—bombs, fires, people shooting at you. Why would I be worried? Especially since we could be clothes shopping or boarding a plane. I'm not in the least worried." "Hmmm," he mused aloud.

Who dared to do this?" he demanded. "Vampire hunters who have fallen, ironically enough, in league with a vampire," Gregori answered.

We're all family. Family takes care of family no matter how bad it is or what the cost to us personally is [...]That's what we do. We're Torpedo Ink and that IS Torpedo Ink.

You really are extraordinary," she murmured, uncertain whether she was dreaming or not. "It is good you think so," he pointed out. "Since I wish to spend time with you.

How many more children do you think I'll be able to handle?" Blythe asked, her voice infused with a mixture of laughter, genuine puzzlement and a touch of exasperation. Alena and Steele looked at each other. They looked at Darby. Then Lana. All of them shrugged at the same time. It was Steele who answered. "Any number, Blythe. However many need you.