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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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69d2f27
|
Peyton, I'm not married and you're not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities.
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|
funny
humour
romance
|
Robyn Carr |
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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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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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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.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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 |
|
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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9913771
|
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
|
Christine Feehan |
|
6805097
|
Anne tried to picture Mrs. Skinner on speaking terms with romance and failed.
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|
romance
|
L.M. Montgomery |
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995796d
|
The Fourth Crown Princess of the blue Cresent Islands had sixteen rituals to observe from the moment of waking to when she broke her fast.
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|
fantasy
julia-golding
ram
romance
tashi
ya-novel
|
Julia Golding |
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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 |
|
9a3940c
|
"I need to kiss you. I know. I feel it too.
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|
fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
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.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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
|
Stefan Zweig |
|
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.
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|
regency-romance
romance
royal-four
spy
|
Celeste Bradley |
|
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 |
|
0057629
|
He looked gorgeous. Tough. Dangerous. Completely hot. And he was all hers.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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 |
|
63df03b
|
"He buried his face in her neck and held her in his arms, absorbing the form the shape of her, the miracle of her. It had been so long since he held her, loved her, taken all that she was and given her everything he was. "I missed you." It was a ridiculous declaration. "Missed her" didn't begin to cover at all how he felt."
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|
romance
shifters
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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 |
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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.
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|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
271a05d
|
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
|
Christine Feehan |
|
7f97ad4
|
He had to find a woman who would have the genetics to produce children capable of riding the shadows and carrying on their work. That was his obligation. He could never simply fall in love; he had to fall in love with the right person. The odds of finding that were so slim, most riders never believed it could happen.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
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."
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|
romance
suspense
thriller
western
|
B.J. Daniels |
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
romance
torpedo-ink-series
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
80dc9bc
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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 |
|
0c0dca4
|
When she looked at him with those dark eyes, Nassar felt the urge to say something intelligent and deeply impressive. Unfortunately, nothing of the kind came to mind.
|
|
funny
humor
romance
|
Ilona Andrews |
|
2a72981
|
Sie denkt: Sie sagen einfach nur Worte und was sind Worte anderes als Gerausche, die diese Manner aus Atem formen, gewichtslose Dampfe, die sie in die Kuchenluft schicken, wo sie sich auflosen und sterben.
|
|
historical-fiction
romance
suspense
|
Anthony Doerr |
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
8359f2c
|
Other people were so unsuccessful at fending off love! Members of Congress who had affairs with their aides, or students who I'd known in college, girls who as freshmen declared themselves lesbians, then graduated with boyfriends- to give in to such love represents, for them, a capitulation or a betrayal, yet apparently the pull was so strong that they couldn't resist. That was what I didn't understand, how people made the leap from not mattering in each others' lives to mattering.
|
|
relationships
romance
sexuality
|
Curtis Sittenfeld |
|
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 |
|
83790ea
|
He could see faint streaks of light as if the man left behind prints. They didn't appear like footprints, there were more faint bluish lights, more of a blob-line than a print, but every person left them behind and from shadows he could see them. He couldn't spot the imaging once out of tube, but the shadows acted as if he was seeing through a thermal lens.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
dating
friendship
love
romance
|
Azar Nafisi |
|
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.
|
|
mc-romance
new-adult-romance
romance
|
Bijou Hunter |
|
0a5a820
|
"I want to marry Gino," Zara admitted. "I'm crazy in love with him. I can't stand it when he isn't close to me, but I don't know the first thing about relationships, being a wife, making him a home and making him happy."
|
|
fantasy
paranormal
romance
|
Christine Feehan |
|
7b94959
|
"What the heck. He'd gone this far, might as well go for broke. He slid his fingers along the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. "I haven't felt so happy in... I can't even remember"
|
|
romance
|
Denise Hunter |
|
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 |
|
8569875
|
"This is a great time to shut up and kiss me." To her delight, Blake obliged."
|
|
contemporary-romance
romance
|
MaryJanice Davidson |
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
22ae8cc
|
"Blake filled her world. The sweaty male scent of him was in her nostrils, the slippery texture of his hot skin under her hands; the unbearably erotic taste of his mouth lay sweetly on her tongue. At some unknown point his kisses had slipped past celebration and become intensely male, demanding, giving, thrilling. Perhaps they'd never been celebration kisses at all, she thought fuzzily. Suddenly he removed his mouth from hers and buried his face in the curve of her neck. When he spoke his voice was shaky, but husky with an undertone of laughter. "Have you noticed how much time we spend rolling around on the floor?"
|
|
physical-therapy
romance
|
Linda Howard |
|
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."
|
|
romance
|
Linda Howard |
|
7a4acf8
|
She had the beginnings of trust in him. He needed that from her. To gain the kind of absolute faith and trust he needed from her, he had to show in every way that he would always be there for her. That trust could never be in any way taken for granted or abused.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
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 |
|
787e6ac
|
He heard the news long before her scent reached him. Brandt Talbot shrank into the heavy vegetation, his chest tight and his body taut with sudden anticipation. She was here at long last. In his domain. Within his grasp. It had been a long hunt to find her, nearly impossible, yet he managed it. He had deliberately lured her to his lair and she had come.
|
|
romance
shape-shifter
|
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 |
|
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."
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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.
|
|
romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
|
Christine Feehan |
|
9f57eb4
|
"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."
|
|
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 |