Quotes by Christine Feehan

I had to work so hard to find myself again, Alexandr. There was pain in her voice. I was so lost without you. You left me raw and wounded and trapped in a dark place with no windows or doors. I didnt know how to live without you. I didnt know how to smile or feel or be. It took almost two years before I really accepted that it was over and I had to find a way to go on. I made myself strong. Im alive again. I can wake up some mornings and be happy. I can look at the ocean and find peace again. Now youre asking me to risk everything all over again and Im not certain I could survive if it all came crashing down.

If you allowed yourself to hear or feel amusement, you would hear and feel pain.

They called each other family and that’s what they were—sisters. Many people in the world had family of the heart, kin by choice rather than by blood, and hers had come along in her darkest hour and saved her life.

The storm is passing over us. Do you want to go to the bayou this night?” he asked softly, separating her hair deftly and beginning to weave it into a thick braid. She loved the feel of his hands in her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp, tugging so gently on the thick length of braid. She reached up to place a palm over her bare shoulder, the exact spot where his lips had touched her. “I would love to go to the bayou with you.” He smiled at her, his silver eyes molten mercury. “We can observe wildlife for a change. No vampires.” “No weird society types,” she added. “No mortals in need of rescuing,” Gregori said with intense satisfaction. “Get dressed.” “You’re always taking my clothes off, then telling me to get dressed again,” Savannah complained with her infuriating smile, that little sexy one that drove him mad. He turned her around to face him, caught the front of her shirt, and drew the gaping edges together to cover her tempting body. “You cannot expect me to dress you myself, do you?” he asked, leaning down to brush her lips with his. She actually felt her heart jump in response. Or maybe it was his heart. It was nearly impossible to tell the difference anymore.

He was demanding. He always would be. But sometimes, he was so vulnerable and she realized she had power in the relationship as well. She hadn’t expected that. He was as vulnerable to her as she was to him. He just acted arrogant and bossy, but deep down, where it counted, he didn’t want to lose her either.

He tasted passion. He tasted emotion. He tasted a world he’d never imagined, one he could never enter. It was right there in front of him, suddenly open to him. Unexpected. Exciting. Scary.

Sex was a practiced art to him. Each move calculated. His brain always worked while he performed, his body seducing his prey with ease, noting each response of his target. But in one moment, everything had changed. She swept him into a tidal wave of pure sensation, and he willingly let go and let her take him with her.

Sex. A good-looking intense man with black, hungry eyes, and she fell like a lovesick calf. Sex. It ruined many otherwise sane women.

We have to actually choose a name, Kane murmured above her head. We cant keep calling him baby. When hes fifteen he might resent it.

Sebastian it is. You can tell me what a patron saint is later, since I have no knowledge of such things. Sebastian Kane.Sebastian Kane Cannon. Youre going to marry me and use my last name, right?Is that supposed to be a proposal?

Youre my life, Elle. When we have our children, theyll be included in that circle and Im not a man to lose everything. I want you as safe as possible.So you dont think three protection dogs, a room filled with weapons, a panic room and house that eats people isnt just a little overkill?

He felt safe with her. Hed never been safe with another human being, not since hed been taken as a child from his home. Hed never been able to trust. He could never give that last small piece - all that was left of his humanity - into someone elses keeping. And now there was Rikki. She let him be whatever he had to be to survive. She didnt ask anything of him. There was no hidden motive. No agenda. Just acceptance. She was different - imperfect, or so she thought - and she knew what it was like to fight to carve out a space for herself. She was willing for him to do thar.

Men always seemed to growl and sniff around each other, bristling over nothing, and just as suddenly become buddies at the least likely moments.

Monique whirled around and ran to her husband. “Pray with me, pray with me. We are going to die this night, Alexander.” Raven shut the door and leaned against it. “Don’t panic on me, Monique. We have a chance if we can stall him.” Alexander glared at her, his arm protectively around his wife, his hand already swollen and sore looking. “Don’t listen to her, Monique. She almost strangled me and threw me against the wall with unbelievable strength. She is unclean.” Raven rolled her eyes in exasperation. “I’m beginning to wish I did have all that power you think I have. I’d find a way to keep you from talking.” “He is afraid for us.” Monique spoke in a conciliatory tone. “Can’t we take off his chains?” “He would try to attack Andre the moment he returned.” Raven made a face at Alexander, completely exasperated with him. “That would get him killed fas

Gregori was the one who came up with the idea about human psychic women, and I’m certain he’s right. You and your mother support his theory. He also thinks there’s something in the Carpathian woman’s chemistry that makes it nearly impossible for the female chromosome to beat out the male.” “Wouldn’t you know he’d think it was the woman,” Shea sniffed contemptuously. “More than likely the men determine the sex, just like in humans, and they just can’t produce girls.” She grinned at Raven. “The men bring about their own destruction.” Raven laughed. “Mikhail would never let me speak to you again if he could hear us. He thinks I’m too independent and disrespectful already.” She shrugged carelessly. “It’s probably true, but it’s a lot of fun. I love the way he gets that pained look on his face. He’s so cute.” “Cute? I’ll bet he likes that description.

Heres to many more firsts and many more great memories.

It’s hard to feel desire when you don’t feel desirable

He thought moving to a small town would allow him to find a way to get along to some extent but people were just plain idiots.

I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.

Youre the kind of man my mother warned me about.