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29cbd3b
|
Francesca took a deep breath. Inhaled Stefano. She feared once Barry entered the room she wouldn't be able to breathe properly. She didn't want to take the chance of drawing him into her lungs. He was in her nightmares; he didn't get anything else from her.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
ccb2235
|
I want you to be mine completely. I need you to give yourself to me the way you kiss me. More importantly, I need to be your man. The one who shelters you, protects you, gives you everything.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
cd57455
|
You were supposed to be a Werewolf, Brendan, so that you would be in her world. To be the strength she needs when she no longer has strength of her own, to show her the reasons to survive and to live.
|
|
blood-series
elizabeth-morgan
psychics
romance
urban-fantasy
vampire-slayers
vampires
werewolves
|
Elizabeth Morgan |
|
ac79561
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
a986343
|
The flame of urgent coupling burned hottest against the woman, no matter how romantic and high and heartsick the anguish of the man might be pitched in retrospect.
|
|
flame-of-romance
men-and-women
romance
|
Charles Frazier |
|
096b38e
|
If you let yourself believe in me, I'll take care of us. I believe absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, that you'll take care of us just as well.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0ee4cf9
|
A man another woman can steal from you ain't your man no way
|
|
love-quotes
realistic
romance
|
Alice Randall |
|
a793fff
|
You're a good man, Vittorio. No matter what, you're a good man.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
cf0b922
|
"Payne sought clarification. "Vertical or horizontal?" "Horizontal, of course." "Sorry but I can't help you." "Will you pipe down for a minute? Naturally she was dead since I work at a cemetery. Her face struck a chord though. So, I rummaged around in the old Rory memory bank, and Emily is what rings a bell. Didn't we go to school with an Emily? Tenth or eleventh grade, if I recall it correctly."
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|
crime-fiction
mystery
romance
suspense
thriller
writing
|
Ed Lynskey |
|
a772d57
|
"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."
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
cf557de
|
"Alison's gaze gentled. "Tell me, Samantha, have you ever been to Scotland?"
|
|
brawn-highlander
historical
lord
notorious-rake
romance
wild-west
|
Kerrigan Byrne |
|
0ef1e19
|
What did she think? That a man like Vittorio Ferraro was playing an elaborate hoax on her? That was absurd. She just knew she knew she couldn't take rejection from him, so it was easier to leap on the first legitimate excuse to run. Her jumbled fears weren't making any sense.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
a322261
|
Vittorio Ferraro stood in the shadows, his skin crawling with the need to move. Something was wrong. Not just wrong. Whatever his churning gut was about, he'd never quite felt the urgency of finding the source of the trouble as he did right then.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0fdbbb7
|
She kept her arm firmly around his waist, fitting under his shoulder when she never would have walked so Intimately with a man. Strangely, she didn't mind. In fact, she liked thinking of him as hers to take care of...
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
cfb493d
|
She drew back from his embrace so she could look into his eyes, her own swimming with tears. The uncertainty in her face nearly killed him. She had no idea how lovable she was. How precious and brave and special.
|
|
romance
|
Sarah Mayberry |
|
9fb4fa7
|
But marriage is forever.' 'Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said. 'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, 'though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.
|
|
historical-romance
marriage
marriage-proposal
regency-romance
romance
weddin
|
Mary Balogh |
|
9a3940c
|
"I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too.
|
|
fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
Christine Feehan |
|
21cee05
|
It became legend that no one should wander too close to the sorceress's enchanted forest or she would send forth a blizzard, causing them to lose their way and be caught in the land of ice and snow for all time.
|
|
nutcracker
romance
|
Amanda V. Shane |
|
9913771
|
He was just so intimidating and darkly sensual, filling the room with his presence until she could barely think straight.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
106c59a
|
On the one side there were those who claimed that love, if it be allowed bat all, must be kept tame by marriage vows and family ties so that its fiery heat warms the hearth but does not burn down the house. On the other there were those who believed that only passion freed the soul from its mud-hut, and that only by loosing the heart like a coursing hare and following it until sundown could a man or woman sleep quietly at night.
|
|
lust
passion
romance
soul
spirit
|
Jeanette Winterson |
|
d201508
|
Il en voulait a Emma de cette victoire permanente. Il s'efforcait meme a ne pas la cherir; puis, au craquement de ses bottines, il se sentait lache, comme les ivrognes a la vue des liqueurs fortes.
|
|
emotions
madame-bovary
romance
|
Gustave Flaubert |
|
9772a41
|
I've been as good as dead since the day I was born. I accepted that a very long time ago.
|
|
blood-series
elizabeth-morgan
psychics
romance
urban-fantasy
vampire-slayers
vampires
werewolves
|
Elizabeth Morgan |
|
96e7dc9
|
"You know it was love at first sight for both of us," he said."
|
|
love-at-first-sight
romance
|
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
|
96c88e0
|
Simon, mark well my words! Wives are the devil and I know!' `In truth,' Alan sighed, `I am the only wise one amongst us all.' `Art a silly lad!' Fulk rumbled, and cast him an affectionate though fiery glance. `Alan speaks sooth for once,' Simon said, and placed his finger on Margaret's indignant lips. He had her in his arms again, and like a needle to the magnet, Jeanne had drawn near to her Geoffrey. `For Alan throughout hath known that needs must I fall, and at Margot's feet.' `Ah, and he knew that I loved thee, even before I knew it myself,' Margaret cried. `Methinks he hath worked very quietly to bring about our happiness. And yet he will not seek his own.' `I observe thy folly,' he said, `and know mine own wisdom. That is happiness.' Jeanne looked at Geoffrey, and a smile passed between them, of boundless conceit. Margaret stole her hand into Simon's, smiling also. Not one of them answered Alan, and he laughed, leaning on his father's shoulder, and surveying his two friends with soft, satisfied eyes. `Are my sage words beneath contempt?' he asked. `Ay,' Simon answered simply, and looked down into Margaret's face for a long moment. A deep breath he drew, and glanced again at Alan. `Beneath contempt,' said Simon the Coldheart.
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|
margaret
romance
simon
|
Georgette Heyer |
|
94e347d
|
She knew, more than any other reason, it was the way Steele touched her, the way his hands moved over her and the look on his face when he stared down into her eyes that kept her tied to him. He couldn't hide that.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
92e1f72
|
Years ago women were nothing, Eloisa. They had no rights. They couldn't own property. They were property. That changed because it wasn't right. Children were beaten regularly by parents. That changed because it wasn't right. Just because something is tradition, handed down from one generation to the next, doesn't make it right.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
d4c0e57
|
I would charge he'll with a bucket of water to get you back. I'd fuckin' search hell for you, Breezy. Dont ever think you can exchange your life for mine, because it isn't going to happen. I wouldn't let it happen.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
00c4b20
|
She didn't want to be that girl, the one curled up in a little ball. The one under the covers in the fetal position. She'd been there hundreds of times and every single time she'd told herself to stand up. This time, win or lose, if she just stood up, she had the very real opportunity, which would never come again, to be with a man she'd dreamt of.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
00736dc
|
Claiming her as his. He was rough, demanding and possessive. He wanted her to feel his brand of love. Complete. Encompassing. Reverent. Carnal.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
8f49a86
|
She glanced at it now, thrown from the light from the flames dancing in the fireplace. Her shadow and Vittorio's were connected. More than connected. The tubes had intertwined to the point that it appeared to be one shadow, not two.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
8e2c9fb
|
They keep me from going off the deep end. Not like you do, but I have to be with them. I AM Torpedo Ink. If you love me, you love the club. It's really that simple.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
d6c5638
|
His friend laughed. 'You missed your calling, Freddie,' he said. 'You should have been one of the aforementioned clergy. Is this what marriage does to you? One shudders at the very idea.
|
|
cynicism
dancing-with-clara
dialogue
humor
marriage
mary-balogh
regency
regency-romance
romance
witty-banter
|
Mary Balogh |
|
10de173
|
We'll be all right. Somehow, we will. Trust it is the truth.
|
|
cranberry-blood
elizabeth-morgan
psychics
romance
urban-fantasy
vampire-slayers
vampires
werewolves
|
Elizabeth Morgan |
|
d77d3f3
|
"Do you know how the tradition of the bridal bouquet toss was formed?" Hugh asked. Sarah shook her head. "Are you asking me because you know, or are you asking me because you want to know?" He ignored her slight sarcasm and said, "Brides are considered to be good luck, and many centuries ago young women who wanted a piece of that luck tried quite literally to get a piece of it by tearing off bits of her gown." "That's barbaric!" Frances exclaimed. He smiled at her outburst. "I can only deduce that some clever soul realized that if the bride could offer a different token of her romantic success, it might prove beneficial to her health and well-being."
|
|
huge-prentice
romance
|
Julia Quinn |
|
8d2683d
|
"But if Frederica was aware of my sentiments, and begged Cousin Alverstoke to intervene--!" She shuddered, and clasped her hands tensely together. "You see, he could, Harry! He could arrange for Endymion to be sent abroad, for instance, and then I think I should die. Oh, my dear brother, there's no one to help us but you, and I count on your support!"
|
|
charis
die
endymion
love
romance
|
Georgette Heyer |
|
d8147bd
|
She didn't tell him, but his voice alone could seduce her. Having his hand on her was beyond exciting. Exhilarating. She wanted more. She wanted to feel as if she belonged to him.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
117a695
|
She didn't want the mask he wore around others. She wanted the true intamacy he had given her, the real Vittorio, the real man. He had offered her that man and she'd been so afraid she'd rejected him.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
d83095b
|
For the first time in her life she had the urge to turn around and flee. She knew danger when she saw it, and Ricco Ferraro was pure danger.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0057629
|
He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
28d17d3
|
"You know that if I ever do settle down with some woman, Lillie is going to come after you next," Hawk said. "She's relentless. She'll have you married within weeks after I tie the knot. Mark my words." He took another drink and swallowed. "Be afraid. Be very afraid."
|
|
romance
suspense
thriller
western
|
B.J. Daniels |
|
8816208
|
He had not meant the words in that way. He had been talking strictly about possession. But oh, the longing for his love was an unbearably painful ache in her.
|
|
georgian
heartless
historical-romance
longing
mary-balogh
possession
romance
sexy
|
Mary Balogh |
|
8812c99
|
As she'd grown, she moved through life in silence, hoping not to be noticed, afraid of drawing attention to herself.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
07892c9
|
Um corpo diferente de todos, mais fino, mais alvo, cor-de-rosa, uma beleza que nao se sabe -- como uma riqueza inesperada, roubada, como uma vertigem... Despir Dona Lalinha sera sempre um pecado. Eu teria de ter vivido para a merecer -- desde a hora do meu nascimento.
|
|
portuguese
romance
sertão
|
João Guimarães Rosa |
|
87eb490
|
By conversing about the weather, a job, just everyday things, whoever was listening would be able to ascertain a rythm to a voice. The way a person breathed. Their heartbeat. That would help indicate if they suddenly told a lie.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
8796e0e
|
She would be a part of their world and that meant secrecy at all times. She couldn't tell a soul anything he told her. Trust worked both ways and he was trusting her with his life and the lives of his family members.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
8569875
|
"This is a great time to shut up and kiss me." To her delight, Blake obliged."
|
|
contemporary-romance
romance
|
MaryJanice Davidson |
|
123cde8
|
People say you can tell you're in love with someone when you find it impossible to get that person out of your mind. But it was my eyes that were the first to know.
|
|
romance
|
Satosumi Takaguchi |
|
811a508
|
So not only do I have to go out and fight evil villains, I have to take up woodworking, too?
|
|
romance
urban-fantasy
vampires
ya
|
Mari Mancusi |
|
7d6268c
|
Vittorio practiced discipline at all times. This was one of those times when he needed to stay very calm. Deep inside, the volcano that could emerge was at a boiling point.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
7c2b7ae
|
He preferred curves to supermodel thin. He didn't understand why women were so hard on themselves. Francesca was beautiful and he didn't want a single pound to go away.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
12b8c54
|
He would let Violet find her own way and time to tell Elizabeth. In the interim, he would listen and hold her hand and offer his counsel, but he would not push. He understood now how deep her wounds ran, how hard it was for her to trust that she could make mistakes and still deserve love.
|
|
romance
|
Sarah Mayberry |
|
79f82b7
|
"Her "family," the ones so gracious and honorable to take in two orphans, were harsh with her for her own good so she wouldn't become the whore her mother had been."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
132db01
|
I remain steady in my belief that well-written literary fiction doesn't have to be high-brow; it has to embrace ideas about destiny in a storyline that holds the readers' attention. From his classic presentation at the 200th anniversary writers' conference of North American Review, the nation's oldest literary magazine, where he poked fun at his own early novels for their obscurity, implying clarity in the digital age equals salvation. Then he toyed with the digital age itself: Some nut will find a way to blow up the electric grid. All these electronic gadgets that rely on electricity will go dark. The batteries will run down. We're talking Cormac McCarthy darkness, black on black . . . except for one distant flicker of light. It's on a beach probably Australia. Survivors will make their way through the dark and find the light from a single candle. Next to the candle will be a lad with a note book scribbling away with the last pencil on earth. He's writing about what happened. He hopes someone will read what he writes. That's what writers do. They hope.
|
|
literary-fiction
mystery
myth
romance
suspense
|
Peter Kelton |
|
dd6e970
|
He leaned forward and began to count off on the fingers of the hand that held the cigarette: She aint American. She aint a citizen. She dont speak english. She works in a whorehouse. No, hear me out. And last but not least--he sat holding his thumb--there's a son of a bitch owns her outright that I guarangoddamntee you will kill you graveyard dead if you mess with him. Son, aint there no girls on this side of the damn river? Not like her. Well I'll bet that's the truth if you ever told it.
|
|
lovesick
romance
western
|
Cormac McCarthy |
|
77dd5b9
|
The life was lonely, regimented, dangerous and formidable. Now that he had Grace in his life, even for a short few weeks, he wasn't willing to go back to that stark, lonely existence.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
de3ab4c
|
"She was mixed--Japanese and American. Nothing. A nothing. A nobody. The 'kanji' in her last name meant "female devil." She didn't even know what her real last name was because she'd dishonored the family simply be being born."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
13c2e2b
|
"It was if the devil himself had devised the perfect earthly torture for Lady Alicia Lawrence. "Now how will I occupy myself when I get to hell?"
|
|
historical-romance
regency-romance
romance
royal-four
snarky-quotes
spy
|
Celeste Bradley |
|
286f1fd
|
"That my eyes are yours as well. When you go blind, I'll draw pictures with words so you can still see all the beautiful things. You told me once that the most gorgeous thing you first saw was the Central Oregon blue sky. That's my vow to you, Carly--nothing but blue skies for the rest of our lives, even after you go permanently blind." . He bent at the knees to catch her up in his arms. As he carried her toward the cabin, she gazed up at his beautiful face, drinking in every hard line and chiseled plane so she could remember it later. If she were given a choice of one thing she could remember and take with her into total grayness, it wouldn't be a sunset or a gorgeous blue sky. It would be her memory of the love she saw shining in Hank Coulter's eyes." --
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|
romance
|
Catherine Anderson |
|
de619a4
|
She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
de669e5
|
Where was her sharp intellect? She relied on her brain. She could think fast and was good at details. When Vittorio was around, the only details she could remember were how his smile was so beautiful and how his voice was so gentle and yet compelling.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
df3ffd6
|
This wasn't about bringing justice to criminals no one else could get to. This was about the knots in his gut that coiled tighter and tighter, and felt personal. Very personal. And that in itself was shocking.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6f43394
|
Fear sitters down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.
|
|
romance
shifters
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6c575a6
|
She took a slow look around her at Stefano's siblings. All of them stood as still as statues. Beautiful, gorgeous specimens of human beings, tough and dangerous, waiting for her signal, completely prepared to protect her at any cost.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6b9ce96
|
He was the protector of his family-- the entire family in every city or town around the world. He was their key to survival.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
14840e7
|
Her courage humbled him. The immense trust it took to allow herself to be tied by him, even in the name of art, was astonishing for a woman like her. It was a true power exchange between them and he loved that. Even craved it.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
279572f
|
Suddenly she could barely breathe. She was always calm, yet now, in the face of the knowledge that she might never find her brother, never be able to tell him that she cared, she couldn't breathe. Couldn't find a way to catch her breath.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
69d2f27
|
Peyton, I'm not married and you're not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities.
|
|
funny
humour
romance
|
Robyn Carr |
|
6848c08
|
He needed to know she wanted to be with him. He needed to know someone loved him. He didn't believe himself worthy of love, so he had a difficult time believing she really wanted to be with him.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6805097
|
Anne tried to picture Mrs. Skinner on speaking terms with romance and failed.
|
|
romance
|
L.M. Montgomery |
|
654dc1f
|
No amount of careful grooming seemed to erase their impression that he was actually a foul and frightening ogre. It was enough to give a fellow self-doubts.
|
|
regency-romance
romance
royal-four
spy
|
Celeste Bradley |
|
637ef50
|
He was a Rider. A shadow rider. It was who he was. What he was. A rider no choice but to do what he'd been trained for from the age of two -- even before that. It was in his bones, in his blood, he couldn't live without it. He dispensed justice to those the law couldn't touch.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e1d8b82
|
His voice. It was beautiful. Low. Soothing, yet the same time, there was absolute command, as if he ruled the world and knew it.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
62fed08
|
Love for her welled up so strong, so intense, the pressure in his chest made him feel as if he might be having a heart attack.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e1e4a53
|
He evidently did not care that they were in full view of a cluster of dog-owners walking their dogs. He stopped and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately and urgently.
|
|
marriage
romance
|
Alexander McCall Smith |
|
e243dd0
|
He'd meant what he'd said when he'd told her he didn't want to ever see her hurt or with tears in her eyes. He knew never was a long time, but he would still do his best to make that promise count.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
271a05d
|
She had more practice than any other rider that she knew of in hiding how she felt, yet Ricco read her.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
26b5efb
|
"Mine." He nearly spat the word. Telling her. Wanting that word branded into her bones. Wanting his name carved deep into her soul. She. Was. 'His'. His everything."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
61aec43
|
You're kind of a caveman, sometimes, Stefano. But it's sexy. Really, really sexy.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
5fd3bd5
|
Could she give herself to him? She knew two things about him. He was a man with a strict code of honor, and he was a very dangerous man capable of swift violence.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
e35cc82
|
But marriage is forever.' 'Oh, not really,' he assured her. 'Only until one of us dies.' Her eyes widened. 'I do not want you to die,' she said. 'Perhaps you will go first,' he said, though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.
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historical-romance
marriage
regency-romance
romance
wedding
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Mary Balogh |
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5f50b8e
|
For all the downsides to being a rider, there was his family. Always there. Always ready to help and watch out for one another. His family was one of the biggest gifts he had to offer Grace.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
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5d57ffb
|
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.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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e44cc17
|
In their world, once two shadows were connected and totally interwoven, breaking those shadows apart was a frightening prospect. The riders would lose all ability to ride the shadows and the departing non-Ferraro partner would lose all memory of the family and what they did.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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1669cfa
|
I'm not just a brain to you. I'm a person.
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fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
Christine Feehan |
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5bd51f9
|
It was as if the very shadows connected them and she could feel his emotions.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
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5aa60f8
|
"You have to trust me to take care of you through this," Stefano said, "I know it's upsetting, but you have us now. You're not alone. [...]you won't be alone ever again, bella. You're mine. I take care of what's mine." "Ours," Ricco corrected. "'Famiglia"
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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5a67878
|
It's just a party, right? What could possibly go wrong?
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romance
urban-fantasy
vampires
|
Mari Mancusi |
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59ab25d
|
I never ever expected to meet a woman I wanted to spend my life with, let alone think I would ever admit to anyone what I was really like. You said you had nothing to give me in return for the things I do for you, but you can clearly see that wouldn't be the case.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
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0492829
|
-?Como tiene el ojo? -pregunto ella. Tenia peor aspecto con la fuerte luz diurna, casi como si la magulladura se extendiera sobre el caballete de su nariz. Pero al menos ahora sabia de que color tenia los ojos: azul claro intenso. Era casi absurdo lo mucho que le habia intrigado aquello. -No me molesta demasiado si no me lo toco -le dijo-. Intente reprimirse y no arrojarme piedras a la cara, se lo agradecere de corazon. -Todos mis planes para esta tarde al traste -bromeo ella-. Asi de sencillo.
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romance
|
Julia Quinn |
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e71074c
|
"He caught her hand, curling his fingers around hers and bringing it to his chest as he leaned into her. "I'm sorry for being a dick. Sometimes I just am, but I'll watch it. Giovanni snorted his derision. "Sometimes? Don't believe a fucking thing he says, Mariko. It's 'all' the time."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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58817d8
|
Lorsque j'ouvrais les yeux dans l'obscurite et que je te sentais contre mon flanc, je m'etonnais qu'il n'y eut pas d'etoiles au-dessus de moi, tant le ciel semblait present.
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romance
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Stefan Zweig |
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e8365ee
|
Breezy had learned, practically from birth, to let things go. If they weren't big and didn't threaten to swallow her whole, she dismissed them from her mind. If she really needed to deal with something, she thought about it carefully, formulated a plan and then carried it out.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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58488d4
|
For one moment his mask slipped and she saw his eyes go dark with desire. Every line in his face was etched with a sensuality that kept her breath trapped deep in her lungs. No one had ever looked at her like that in her life.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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56d2a9e
|
Vittorio Ferraro was the most extraordinary man she'd ever meet and she would forever regret being a coward if she didn't give what had been growling between them a chance.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
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26acddb
|
She had a way of giving him comfort when nothing else could. The wailing of the dead. The accusations of their eyes because he couldn't save them. She drove those dead children away from him and brought him peace.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
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557f0c6
|
Ricco went absolutely still. The pitch was low and sweet. That tone pushed into his chest, right into his center, as if it were a key unlocking something tight and hard in him. He moved his hand over his heart as an unknown emotion seized it hard, wrenching, twisting, forcing that lock to open so that his own music could be heard pounding in his ear, beating like a lost drum seeking the right rhythm.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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17cee2f
|
"That my eyes are yours as well. When you go blind, I'll draw pictures with words so you can still see all the beautiful things. You told me once that the most gorgeous thing you first saw was the Central Oregon blue sky. That's my vow to you, Carly--nothing but blue skies for the rest of our lives, even after you go permanently blind." . He bent at the knees to catch her up in his arms. As he carried her toward the cabin, she gazed up at his beautiful face, drinking in every hard line and chiseled plane so she could remember it later. If she were given a choice of one thing she could remember and take with her into total grayness, it wouldn't be a sunset or a gorgeous blue sky. It would be her memory of the love she saw shining in Hank Coulter's eyes."
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romance
|
Catherine Anderson |
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54331d7
|
"I lifted my head, my gaze meeting his. "Wanting something doesn't guarantee you will get it." "A man can still hope." "I've never had much room for hope."
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|
blood-series
elizabeth-morgan
psychics
romance
urban-fantasy
vampire-slayers
vampires
werewolves
|
Elizabeth Morgan |
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51df6ed
|
"No!" he roared. "I've had enough for today! A little of you goes a long way, lady!" "Please, call me Dione," she murmured. "I don't want to call you anything! My God, would you just leave me alone!" "Of course I will, when my job is finished. I can't let you ruin my record of successful cases, can I?"
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romance
|
Linda Howard |
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500eaf4
|
"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."
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
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4e549b9
|
The woman, as small as she was, standing valiantly in the face of the threat the Saldi enforcers presented, sent heat rushing through his veins.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
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4d8191d
|
She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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4c91e82
|
How could she not answer him more fully when he was looking at her so directly? When the deep, commanding way he said her name made her feel that if she didn't tell him the truth, he would be disappointed.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
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4ba16e8
|
"Your eyes are like melted gold," he whispered. "Cat eyes. Do they shine in the dark? A man could get lost in them," he said, his voice suddenly rough. --- "You're the loveliest thing I've ever seen," he murmured. "As exotic as Salome, as graceful as a cat, as simple as the wind... and so damned mysterious. What goes on behind those cat eyes? What are you thinking?" She couldn't answer; instead she shook her head blindly as fresh tears made her eyes glitter."
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romance
|
Linda Howard |
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487cc91
|
He was born a shadow rider and trained from the time he was two. There was no other job or interest for him. It was considered a sacred duty and no rider, if he was capable, would ever walk away from it, no matter how difficult.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
481af0c
|
"She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand." "There's no taking it back, Francesca." He warned."
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
4630c3c
|
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.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
4606b4c
|
Fear skittered down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.
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|
romance
shifters
|
Christine Feehan |
|
2587cbd
|
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.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
455ca08
|
He could hurry everything else in his life, but he was never going to make the mistake of hurrying his time with Grace. She was too important and everything else could take a backseat.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
4495266
|
He needed her to know who he was-her man. Her lover. The man she trusted to always take care of her, have her back, give her everything.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
1b670b8
|
Samantha imagined that in another life, she and Alison could have, indeed, been friends. Had she not been about to rob the train.
|
|
highlander
historical-romance
notorious-rake
romance
scotland
wild-west
|
Kerrigan Byrne |
|
442597d
|
"Lady, what you do to me is almost criminal," he groaned in a shaky voice. An odd tightening in her breasts made her close her eyes. "I've got to go," she said weakly, but for the life of her she couldn't make herself move. "No, don't go," he pleaded. "Let me touch you... my God, I've got to touch you!"
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|
romance
|
Linda Howard |
|
415faa8
|
It was at home, when she was alone with herself, the way she'd been her entire life, that she was lost. She had no purpose. No focus. No center to balance her. Now, this man, Vittorio Ferraro, an amazing, sensual, intelligent man offered those things to her.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
414b4df
|
He had learned to kill and then he had killed. Many times. Fourteen was far too young for his artistic mind to accept the violence and he'd been fortunate that he'd met his teacher, a rope master of more than forty years. The art had saved his sanity and his life. He needed it like others needed air.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3ef5b97
|
Vittorio's breath left his lungs in a long rush of shock. Something tight in his chest loosened. Someplace vulnerable. Someplace guarded and protected. He pressed his hand tightly over the spot, feeling as if that voice had been a key, fitting perfectly into the lock and turning it before he had a chance to react
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3e7be28
|
Let the past go, Bren, or it will ruin your future.
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|
cranberry-blood
elizabeth-morgan
psychics
romance
urban-fantasy
vampire-slayers
vampires
werewolves
|
Elizabeth Morgan |
|
3e228f3
|
"He sat with his arm still around her, watching her face and smiling as she fumbled with the elegant gold wrapping, her agile fingers suddenly clumsy. She lifted the lid off and stared speechlessly at the simple pendant that lay on satin lining like a cobweb of gold. A dark red heart, chiseled and planed, was attached to the chain. "That's a ruby," she stammered. "No," he corrected gently, lifting it from the box and placing it around her neck. "That's my heart." The chain was long, and the ruby heart slid down her chest to nestle between her breasts, gleaming with dark fire as it lay against her honeyed skin. "Wear that forever," he murmured his eyes on the lush curves that his gift used as a pillow. "And my heart will always be touching yours."
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|
romance
|
Linda Howard |
|
1d83474
|
He breathed away all the anger, all emotions, cloaking himself with Grace and everything in him settled, once more allowing complete control.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3bcc409
|
I wish it be understood that she will always be first in my life, before any other member of my family or hers and before all my other duties. I will not tolerate criticism of that fact even from you. I will hear none from you ever again.
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|
dialogue
georgian
heartless
historical-romance
mary-balogh
romance
romantic
|
Mary Balogh |
|
3bbe61e
|
Ask any of my brothers, nothing stops me. No one stops me. I got the name Steele because I'm unbending.
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|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3b43a03
|
Once a generation there is a girl born who is destined to slay the vampires.
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|
romance
urban-fantasy
vampires
ya
|
Mari Mancusi |
|
fe8ba8b
|
Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.
|
|
angst
bottomless-pit
dancing-with-clara
despair
mary-balogh
metaphor
rake
regency
regency-romance
romance
romance-hero
|
Mary Balogh |
|
1dcfca4
|
The lights threw her Shadow into sharp relief behind her on the wall. The shadow was dark and thin, but threw out strong tubes, feelers reaching toward other shadows. When there were none, the feelers reached farther for connections, elongating, seeking, prompting another step from her.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3987417
|
Steele felt the weight of that sacred ink on his back. It was there for a reason, to remind all of them they were stronger together.
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|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
38d689e
|
It wasn't her looks that caught his interest or made him stand utterly still. It was her shadow. The sun was throwing light perfectly to create tall, full shadows. Hers leaked long tentacles. Thin. Like streaks reaching out toward the shadows around her. Everywhere there was a shadow, hers connected to it with the long feelers--with long tubes.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
37f5f26
|
She'd been drawn to him before she met him. Immense satisfaction filled him. He liked that, more than liked it.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
37c34af
|
She turned back to him slowly, those eyes of hers meeting his until he felt the impact all the way through his body, as if she'd shot an arrow and it was lodged in the vicinity of his heart. He had to resist putting his hand over his chest and pressing hard.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
f3b2c86
|
Le charme de la nouveaute, peu a peu tombant comme un vetement, laissait voir a nu l'eternelle monotonie de la passion, qui a toujours les memes formes et le meme langage.
|
|
madame-bovary
romance
|
Gustave Flaubert |
|
37922c7
|
For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt masculine. He'd given her that, and she'd be forever grateful.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
357506f
|
I was always in danger. Always. I felt every minute of the day that I was walking a tightrope and any moment I was going to fall. Part of me just wanted it over.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
1f50e68
|
I am going to be Queen of England,' I protest. 'You make it sound like a battle to the death.' 'It is a battle to the death,' she says simply. 'That is what it means to be Queen of England. You are not Melusina, rising from a fountain to easy happiness. You will not be a beautiful woman at court with nothing to do but make magic. The road you have chosen will mean that you have to spend your life scheming and fighting. Our task, as your family, is to make sure you win.
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|
historical
romance
war
|
Philippa Gregory |
|
20010cc
|
It was just her luck to be in the worst possible circumstances when she met the hottest man in the entire world.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
24482a1
|
You know how I know I'm brilliant? I picked a man willing to suffer to protect me. I picked a man willing to go without so I can be safe. Too bad that man's too stupid to realize the only way I'll ever be safe is with him. My heart can't belong to anyone else. You've claimed it, and you have no right to close the door on me now.
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|
mc-romance
new-adult-romance
romance
|
Bijou Hunter |
|
2de62e9
|
"I'll be on another case soon. You won't need me anymore. You'll be walking, though I think you should wait a while before climbing another mountain." "You're my therapist," Blake snapped. Dione gave a little laugh. "For months you've depended on me more than any other person in your life. Your perspective is distorted now. Believe me, by the time I've been gone a month, you won't even think about me." 'Do you mean you'd just turn your back on me and walk away?" he asked disbelievingly."
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|
romance
|
Linda Howard |
|
20d0cfa
|
"She looked desperate. He felt that way. He wasn't about to be separated from her. "No matter what, I'll be with you," he promised."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
023d5d4
|
There's always going to be a part of me that is that little girl no one wanted.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
2d1bf99
|
There was an exciting atmosphere about the place that uplifted her. It was as if she could actually feel the accelerated steady pulse of the town's heart beating in time with her own.
|
|
historical
romance
|
Margaret Mitchell |
|
01b1ad1
|
"As he neared the house, a wind rose off the sea and carried sea spray and a lilting melody. "Sarah's back. Sarah's home."
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|
paranormal
romance
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0ae05cf
|
. . . none of us are as sophisticated in these matters as you think. You know I always feel, with every new person, as if I am starting anew. These things are instinctive. What you need to learn is to lay aside your inhibitions, to go back to your childhood when you played marbles or whatever with boys and never thought anything of it.
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|
dating
friendship
love
romance
|
Azar Nafisi |
|
c04b714
|
Someone to care about him. Someone to be his center. Someone to make him feel alive and passionate about living.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
2d10793
|
She had no idea what a gift she'd just given him. She was the one he'd searched for. She was the one he hadn't believed could possibly exist. She had strength, a backbone of steel, and yet she could put herself in his hands and give him what he needed in their relationship.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
c03fb41
|
I don't want you to go anywhere, okay? Just because we disagree on something doesn't mean that I don't still love you. I will always love you, no matter what.
|
|
romance
swoon-worthy
|
Sarah Mayberry |
|
bc8f025
|
"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."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |