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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
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suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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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 |
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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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Christine Feehan |
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5bd51f9
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It was as if the very shadows connected them and she could feel his emotions.
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romance
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suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
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5f50b8e
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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
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Christine Feehan |
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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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suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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61aec43
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You're kind of a caveman, sometimes, Stefano. But it's sexy. Really, really sexy.
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Christine Feehan |
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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 |
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6b9ce96
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He was the protector of his family-- the entire family in every city or town around the world. He was their key to survival.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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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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Christine Feehan |
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6c575a6
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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735f955
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She belonged to Stefano. With Stefano. She felt the others moving closer, taking her back. She belonged to the Ferraro Family, and no one fucked with a Ferraro.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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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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Christine Feehan |
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77dd5b9
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
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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
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Christine Feehan |
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7a4acf8
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
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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 |
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7d6268c
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
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7f97ad4
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |
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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 |
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83790ea
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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.
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suspense-thriller
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Christine Feehan |