Quotes from Christine Feehan

He was set on having her for the rest of his life, no matter how long or little that was, but he could see, if she agreed, he was going to have his hands full.

My peony, he emphasized. And it's only for us, no one else. He liked the intimacy of having a special name for her no one else knew but the two of them.

Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.

Her soft voice nearly was the end of his strength. Just when he was certain there was no way he could love her more, she did something like that. She made him feel as if he was everything to her. He'd never been everything to anyone.

He was the kind of man who could kiss a woman, laying his heart at her feet, and then go torture and kill an enemy to ensure those he loved survived another day.

Such a nice body. She nearly dropped her brush. Will you stop! Just the low velvet touch of his voice sent heat curling through her body. It was sinful and unfair to have such a voice. I did not think you would ever speak with me as a lifemate would. I waited long for that impatient comment.

I'm sorry. I never think to check my messages and I don't have a clue where that cell phone is.' She looked around as if she might find it in the flower bed.

He knew he would always be obsessed, would always crave her taste.

Gregori gathered Savannah tenderly into his arms. Come to me,my life and breath. Wake and be with me. He gave the command,and even as he felt her heart flutter, he pressed her mouth to his throat. Feed, ma petite. Feed and replenish what you selflessly gave to me. Savannah turned her head,her first breath a sigh of warmth against his throat.

You are safe, Lorraine. You will always be safe from me. You are the one person in this world I could never harm for any reason.

The dawn will be upon us in a couple of hours. We need to leave this place. I won't go with you, she insisted stubbornly. If your pride dictates that you must fight me, you may try to do so. His voice, with its Old World cadence and formality, was almost tender. Her eyes deepened to purple. Stop giving me your permission! I am Mikhail and Raven's daughter, a Carpathian like yourself and not without my own powers. I have the right to my own choices! If it pleases you to think so.

Holding each other, the rain cooling their bodies, they laughed like children. 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? He grinned boyishly down at her, for the first time so carefree that he forgot for a moment the torment he had suffered.

He also thinks there's something in the Carpathian woman's chemistry that makes it impossible for the female chromosome to beat out the male." "Wouldn't you know he'd think it was the woman," Shea sniffed contemptuously.

She went to him because there was no other choice.

I love that your mine. I've never had anything for myself. Not one fucking thing, Evangeline. I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind, Your heart. I'm going after that you know.

Julian made another effort to breathe. Air. It was all around him, yet he couldn't seem to drag enough into his lungs. He took her hand in his and carried it to the warmth of his mouth. 'We will need to find a safe subject, cara mia, or I will not make it through these next few minutes.

I'm going to crash if you keep that up. You're sort of distracting.' He laughed again at her matter-of-fact observation. 'I'm sort of distracting? I obviously need to try harder.

I had not heard that about vampires not existing," Aidan responded with a mocking grin. "I wish I had known earlier. It might have saved me a great deal of trouble over the centuries.

He had the impression of Shylah pouting, and that made him happy. Just talking to her made him happy. The fact that she would circle around, hunt and find the man watching from the forest, was a complete turn-on. He liked that this woman would be his partner.

She had to know, soon or later, that he was no saint and never would be. He loved her, but if she was going to stay with him, she had to know the worst of him. He wanted honesty between them.

You are my world, ma petite , my very existence. You are what makes living bearable.You are my light,the very air I breathe. His mouth brushed her pulse,her earlobe. You are not meant to walk in death.You never were. She swung around,her blue eyes darkening to deep violet. If you walk in death,Gregori,then that is where you will find me. Right beside you.I belong where you are.I am your lifemate. There is no other. I am your lifemate.

I heard her voice first. She responded to something Joanna Masci said to her. That note in her voice turned the key, unlocking something deep inside of me. I felt it like a terrible wrenching inside. Everything in me reached for her. For that note she left hanging in the air. I heard the music in me answer.

Draden was hers. The one. The only. She didn't know how she knew it, but she did know that nothing in her life was truer.

Sarah looked at Jonas. Instinctively she knew, if anyone was going to get Hannah through this, it would be Jonas - but who was going to get him through it?