cbb0911
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Un hombre que le cuenta a otro sus aventuras amorosas es un tarado, y si encima es el padre de uno, esa estupidez infantil se convierte en algo siniestro.
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romance
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Ricardo Piglia |
07892c9
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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.
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romance
sertão
portuguese
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João Guimarães Rosa |
6848c08
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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.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
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Christine Feehan |
d541720
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It was the worst nightmare possible for a boy like Steele. He felt responsiblity, even when he was just very little. Something in him needed to help all of us.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
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Christine Feehan |
3bbe61e
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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
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Christine Feehan |
de619a4
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She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
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Christine Feehan |
26acddb
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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
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Christine Feehan |
8e2c9fb
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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.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
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Christine Feehan |
5d57ffb
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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
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Christine Feehan |
b6e3fce
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We're all family. Family takes care of family no matter how bad it is or what the cost to us personally is [...]That's what we do. We're Torpedo Ink and that IS Torpedo Ink.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
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Christine Feehan |
a9490ce
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It had been Ink who had drawn out the original tree that represented Czar in their colors. That sturdy trunk with many roots. The seventeen branches represented the survivors. In the original drawing there had been eighteen branches. The crowd were the children they had tried to save--Steele has tried to save. The skulls rolling in the roots represented the men and women they had killed in order to survive--or the ones they killed to exact vengeance for those children who had never left their prison.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
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Christine Feehan |
3987417
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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
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Christine Feehan |
e8365ee
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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
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Christine Feehan |
d4c0e57
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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.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
cdb0b67
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Breezy laughed and the sound went through him the way it often did, lighting his world. She sounded bright and happy and she shed that light on him. She took him right out of the violence, the blood and death and vile world he lived in to draw into the sunshine with her.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
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Christine Feehan |
d475404
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They'd always kept eyes on one another. Always. It was Czar's rule. Their rule. Their code. Their promise to one another. It was how they survived. But he hadn't. He'd taken his eyes off Demyan and he'd died in the worst possible way.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
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Christine Feehan |
637ef50
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
f02aaaa
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What had he done to try to save himself? Nothing. He'd done nothing. He'd let fate decide, closing his eyes and giving himself up to the judgment of the universe.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
557f0c6
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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 |
1dcfca4
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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
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Christine Feehan |
d83095b
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
de3ab4c
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"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."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
79f82b7
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"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."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
afb8f4c
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"He leaned into her, his mouth against her ear. "Breathe for me, Mariko. Just breathe."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
80dc9bc
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Just once, even if it wasn't real she wanted to feel as if a man saw only her. No one else. For those moments, she was his world. His canvas. He saw beauty in her.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
58488d4
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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
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Christine Feehan |
6c1e103
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"Communication is very important between us at all times." He bent his head as he lifted the hair from the back of her neck. "For instance, I find your neck incredibly sexy. You look both vulnerable and sensual with your hair up. With it down, you look wild and beautiful. Just as sensual, but in a completely different way."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
37922c7
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
414b4df
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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
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Christine Feehan |
14840e7
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
a1f323d
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He needed a woman strong enough to accept that he would always need his ropes. They anchored him. Centered him. The moment he touched them, those dark shifting shadows inside him subsided.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
69d2f27
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Peyton, I'm not married and you're not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities.
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humour
romance
funny
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Robyn Carr |
e71074c
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"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
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Christine Feehan |
8b63876
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She had the strangest need, almost a compulsion, to shield Ricco from his brother's scrutiny. From all of them. She sensed he detested appearing weak in front of anyone, but especially his family.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
8812c99
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As she'd grown, she moved through life in silence, hoping not to be noticed, afraid of drawing attention to herself.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
279572f
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
7c2b7ae
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
9913771
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He was just so intimidating and darkly sensual, filling the room with his presence until she could barely think straight.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
5fd3bd5
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
b80f26f
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My grandfather was in love with my grandmother. They were inseparable. They detested being apart. I've seen real love. I've felt it when I was with them. They died three hours apart. My grandmother first and then my grandfather followed. Love exists and that's what I'm offering you.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
4d8191d
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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
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Christine Feehan |
481af0c
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"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
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Christine Feehan |
e28b274
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A part of her was thrilled. The same part was terrified. Already it felt too much like ownership. As if he had already branded her in her bones. In her soul.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
9f57eb4
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"There you go, getting all protective on me. You're worried about me, aren't you?" His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else - affection. "Dio, bambina, I love that."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
f67c121
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"Stefano threw back his head and laughed. She loved the sound. Carefree. Masculine. Enjoying life. He didn't laugh a lot. "You, bambina, were celebrating me finding you."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
4495266
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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
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Christine Feehan |
b80972c
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Vittorio had recognized early on he had a gift. His voice could be compelling, or commanding, and those in a room reacted to it. He could calm others down, arouse or infuriate, all with his tone.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
87eb490
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
8f49a86
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
0fdbbb7
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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...
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
271a05d
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She had more practice than any other rider that she knew of in hiding how she felt, yet Ricco read her.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
751200f
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"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."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
95557e4
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She didn't think she had anything to offer him. He got that. She had no money, no family, nothing at all in her eyes. Yet she gave him this magnificent gift - her and her trust, when she had no reason to trust anyone, least of all him.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
5aa60f8
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"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
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Christine Feehan |
2d10793
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
a793fff
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You're a good man, Vittorio. No matter what, you're a good man.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
dfd5e19
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He knew he had to have harmony in his home at all times. He had to have a sanctuary where, no matter the horrors he saw, the things he had to do in order to bring justice to those who would harm others, he could find his peace.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
59ab25d
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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
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Christine Feehan |
94e347d
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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.
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romance
torpedo-ink-series
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Christine Feehan |
b1083b5
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"Deceivingly, Miss Neville, the word vodka means 'little water.' The Russians are masters of the understatement." - Lord Nash"
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romance
humor
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Liz Carlyle |
cf0b922
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"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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romance
writing
thriller
crime-fiction
mystery
suspense
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Ed Lynskey |
ead5946
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At times Valentine wasn't sure whether he kept Matthews about because of his supreme unctuousness or because he had half a suspicion the valet was trying to kill him.
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romance
humor
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Suzanne Enoch |
70db6a3
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"Besides," he said, "I had another reason for coming, one that will delight you, I believe, as you have been pestering me for years. I wanted you to meet Miss Goddard, the lady I plan one day soon, when the setting and the atmosphere are quite perfect, to ask to marry me. It is time, you see, to do that most dreaded of all things to men, though suddenly it does not seem so dreadful after all. Indeed, it seems infinitely desirable. It is time to settle down." He smiled sleepily at Eunice, who gazed briefly and reproachfully back at him, eyebrows raised, her cheeks pink, before wishing his mother a happy birthday."
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romance
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Mary Balogh |
9fb4fa7
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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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marriage
romance
weddin
regency-romance
marriage-proposal
historical-romance
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Mary Balogh |
cd57455
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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.
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romance
blood-series
psychics
vampire-slayers
elizabeth-morgan
werewolves
urban-fantasy
vampires
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Elizabeth Morgan |
b94192a
|
"It has nothing to do with you--" "It has everything to do with me that you want to get yourself fucking killed." He snarled, the words tight and full of iron. "Losing you is not an option."
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romance
blood-series
psychics
vampire-slayers
elizabeth-morgan
werewolves
urban-fantasy
vampires
|
Elizabeth Morgan |
54331d7
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"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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romance
blood-series
psychics
vampire-slayers
elizabeth-morgan
werewolves
urban-fantasy
vampires
|
Elizabeth Morgan |
9772a41
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I've been as good as dead since the day I was born. I accepted that a very long time ago.
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|
romance
blood-series
psychics
vampire-slayers
elizabeth-morgan
werewolves
urban-fantasy
vampires
|
Elizabeth Morgan |
d8fcc83
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"You have to stop doing, you know, human stuff," I called. "It is seriously creepy coming from a wolf."
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romance
cranberry-blood
psychics
vampire-slayers
elizabeth-morgan
werewolves
urban-fantasy
vampires
|
Elizabeth Morgan |