Quotes from Christine Feehan

He turned his powerful stare on Raven. Raven squirmed visibly. "Oh, shut up, Gregori," she snapped, her blue eyes flashing fire at him. A faint smile curved his mouth, failing to light his eyes. "I did not speak." "You spoke volumes, and you know it.

But he has guns, Rikki," she reminded herself aloud. "A dog wouldn't have a gun.

Stay with me, Mariko. I want you to stay. That's all Ricco had said. In that voice. The one that whispered over her skin and seeped into her pores to drown her in him. In his will. He left it to her--her choice. Bit then, she was coming to understand, with Ricco Ferraro, she had very little will of her own.

I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too. Scecsemo, what is it? If you kiss me, there isn't any going back.

Send for Jacques. But go feed before you see him. You made me weak with your lovemaking, and if you'll forgive a little crude Carpathian humor, I'll expect you to bring me home dinner.

to bring about the downfall of

She lifted her head when he set her feet on the stone floor, a small smile curving her soft mouth. Mysterious. Sexy. His little innocent was seducing him, and doing a damn good job of it.

All three brothers were their signature three-piece suit. Gray, pin-striped, made of a special material one of the many cousins invented, the stripes allowing the Rider to fade immediately into the shadows, making it more difficult for anyone to see them. More importantly, the suit would come apart with them when they were pulled apart, drawn into the tubes in the shadows.

He brought justice to all kinds of criminals. The rule had been drilled into him over and over:'Never let it be personal.' This was as personal as it was going to get.

I expected steam this time," Jacques said, crushing her to him. "Can you do that?" Shea fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest. "Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam?

If your lifemate is so enthralled with you that he would allow you such foolishness," Gregori replied softly, menacingly, "then I can do no other than protect you myself." "Don't you talk about Mikhail like that!" Raven was furious. You really know how to stir up the hornets' nest with the women, do you not? Mikhail demanded, even though he understood Gregori completely and felt him justified.

You people should come with a warning label," Byron told Zev. Zev flipped him off.

She moved him in ways he had never expected. He took her hand and raised it to his mouth to press a kiss into the center of her palm. Solnyshko moya, you are asking an impossible task of me. I am incapable of giving you this thing you desire. I am a hunter of men. That's who I am. She shook her head. You're my man. That's who you are.

Have you learned nothing of mortals over the centuries? They fear and loathe what they do not understand. They destroy each other using anything for an excuse.

Sometimes, Sevastyan thought his leopard, whom he affectionally called Shturm, meaning assault, would end his life by literally ripping him open and climbing out of him rather than shifting the normal way they exchanged forms.

Is he all right?" His voice was very soft, but commanding all the same. Mikhail was authoritative no matter the circumstances.

We are not the vampires in your horror stories, the walking dead, for God's sake.

What's wrong with you?" he demanded. A faint, taunting smile curved her soft mouth. "I'm dying. I think that's plain enough even for you to see.

Not me , Colby denied firmly. No one is getting me up in front of the world vowing I'll obey Rafael. Rafael raised his eyebrow. There is the promise of obedience in this marriage ceremony? Paul, we have to talk.

Flambé was in far more danger than she realized, not in a way that would ever harm her. She was the safest woman in the world from him, but not only had Sevastyan taken a real interest in her when he didn't in any woman, but so had his leopard.

We can shape-shift whenever we like." She made a face. "You mean all those hideous stories are true? Rats and bats and slimy worm things?" "Now, why would I want to be a slimy worm thing?

When I said we run with the wolf, I meant it literally. We run with the pack. We can fly with the owl and become the air.

Where are my clothes?" He grinned unexpectedly, a perfect male smirk. "I got carried away and ripped your jeans. Just stay with me tonight, and I will get you new clothes tomorrow.

Now, Raven." "Don't you now-Raven me. That brother of yours, worm that he is, male chauvinist unequaled in modern times, told you something he didn't tell me, didn't he?" Leaning back with studied casualness, Jacques tipped his chair to a precarious angle and raised an eyebrow. "Women have vivid imaginations. I think you have a suspicious nature due to your American upbringing.