Quotes from Christine Feehan

Mikhail took her hand, pressed a kiss in the exact center of her palm, slipped her hand beneath his shirt, and held it over his steadily beating heart. "Look beyond my skin, Raven. Look into my heart and soul. Merge your mind with mine, see me for what I am. Know me for who I am.

She was known as QBSITDROH She rattled off the letters fast as if she'd used them often. [...] You'll have to teach your special name to sisters-in-law. They occasionally need a humorous way to cope. What does it stand for? Queen bitch spawned in the deepest recesses of hell.

This will never go away, Shea, what we feel for one another. It never goes away. It gets stronger with each century. You never have to worry about losing this intensity." He felt her smile against his bare skin, the small kiss she pressed into his chest. "I might not survive.

You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled.

We will sleep here in the sleeping chamber where we will be safe. We have lifetimes for you to conquer your fears." She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him, snuggling closer against his chest, allowing her long lashes to sweep down. Mikhail held her close to him, waiting until she was asleep before sending her into the deeper sleep of their kind. Only then did he allow himself to follow.

My family will have to be your family," he added softly. "We will make our own family." Shea rubbed her face against his chest like a kitten, her mouth wandering up the column of his throat. "We have a strange family, Jacques, every one of them. I guess we'll have to be the sane ones.

You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled. She flashed him another smile, tugging at her wrist to remind him to release her. "I think you know what's between us would be worth nothing if you forced me to do your will in everything.

Mikhail's fingers brushed her cheek tenderly. It was so like her to have compassion for a man whose entire being was bent on murdering them.

Jacques' palms cupped her face, and he bent his head to hers, his mouth tender, loving, as he kissed her slightly swollen mouth. "I will never get enough of you, not if we live centuries.

Don't talk, Grace. Save your strength. I've got this. All you have to do is stay alive for me. I'll take care of everything else. Will you do that for me? Just stay alive. Her nod was nearly imperceptible, but it was there.

I follow someone's lead until they prove to me they aren't worth it and thin I don't.

At her tender age she was incapable of understanding such a history

He stared into her eyes so she could see the truth there. "I can' lose you, Pepper. Or the girls. Or Nonny. You're my fail-safe." He saw understanding creep into the dark of her eyes. All the beautiful midnight purple sky. The sky above the bayou. Home. That was why he'd recognized her so fast, knew she was the one. Hell. Even the stars were there in her eyes.

He's really a prince?" For some reason that dismayed her. On top of everything else, she was contemplating a commitment to royalty. Those things never worked out.

He was a complete stranger to her, but he knew that connection between them had started there in the parking lot, their shadows touching coiling together, their eyes meeting.

You need to mention what a great lover I am. Men need to hear these things." "Really?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "I don't dare. You're already as arrogant as I can stand." "You are crazy about me. I know. I read minds." He suddenly grinned mischievously, like a little boy.

You just want mixed blood because you took one look at a certain woman and all brain matter went dead," Fen accused. Zev didn't open his eyes or stop feeding. She did make an impression.

It was just her luck to be in the worst possible circumstances when she met the hottest man in the entire world.

I couldn't reach you. I tried, Mikhail, for that woman." He brought her fingers to the warmth of his mouth, pressed them there. "Never again, Raven, will I fail you.

Everyone is crazy here, Savannah. You are going to fit right in.

Our males are of the darkness. Without our women, the other half of ourselves to provide the light, we become truly the vampires of the human legends.

He heart beating too fast. He had always known he had no chance at finding a woman of his own, one who might be able to love him, to live with him, and in the blink of an eye that had turned around. Just as fast, she was being taken from him.

Who are you? The woman was calmer now, determined to stay in control now that an outside source was working with her. Raven took a breath, let it out. What was the most reassuring way to answer? Raven Whitney would hardly inspire confidence.

As I recall, I told you I was your doctor, nothing more, and you would not listen to me. You know, Jacques, that's a very bad habit of yours, not listening to me." His mouth wandered back to her ear, his breath stirring her blood. "I promise to remedy the situation as soon as humanly possible," he whispered with a sorcerer's magic.