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c17ea61 Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out. izzy jace suspense Cassandra Clare
72f0054 Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy? Roarke: You'd be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back. Eve: You're not going to hell. Roarke: Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that? Eve: You married a cop...you married me. I'm your goddamn salvation. romance mystery suspense J.D. Robb
8f937fe Roarke: The bodies of the three men were found floating in the Chattahoochee River. Eve: I think it'd be embarrassing to be dead in the Hoochie-Coochie River. Roarke: Chattahoochee Eve: What's the difference? Roarke: Quite a bit, I'd think. romance mystery suspense J.D. Robb
c28838f Roarke: You'd enjoy flying more if you'd learn the controls. Eve: I'd rather pretend I'm on the ground. Roarke: And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years? Eve: Think about that, then imagine it happening when I'm at the wheel at thirty thousand feet. Roarke: Good point. I'll do the flying. romance suspense J.D. Robb
6d202f2 There is nothing like suspense and anxiety for barricading a human's mind against the Enemy. He wants men to be concerned with what they do; our business is to keep them thinking about what will happen to them. faith perspective focus fears suspense C.S. Lewis
af6d31c Going for it and changing what you could change-that's what success was all about. mystery suspense Julie Garwood
9954640 I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more. thompson suspense Jim Thompson
be9ee39 "Eve: "She completely eye-fucked you." Roarke: "I know. I feel so cheap and used." Eve: "Shit. You got off on it. Men always do." Roarke: "True enough, which is why we're so often cheap and used." suspense J.D. Robb
3c26abc Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived. fiction bestselling hercule agatha-christie christie poirot hercule-poirot mystery suspense Agatha Christie
fb03a85 She has done for me at last, Rachel my torment. suspicion suspense Daphne du Maurier
4d21dc4 I didn't know that once you've proven yourself useful to the wrong people, you'll never be free again. thriller mystery suspense Steve Hamilton
4592d25 Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. It's sneaky - you almost don't notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes in through an open window while you're sleeping. It takes little things at first; your appetite, your desire to return phone calls. Then it comes back for the big stuff, like your will to live. Then next thing you know, your legs are filled with sand. The thought of brushing your teeth fills you with dread, it seems like such an impossible task. Suddenly you're living your life in black and white - nothing is bright, nothing is pretty anymore. Music sounds tinny and distant. Things you found funny seem dull and off-key. psychological suspense Lisa Unger
94a5cb5 You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look away, you'll be afraid to sleep. psychological-thriller suspense Mark Z. Danielewski
535dedf Siempre habia creido que era del mundo en general de lo que tenia que apartarse, pero ahora lo veia claro no se trataba del mundo, si no de los seres humanos. Al parecer, en el mundo, en el mundo sin hombres, la vida era soportable patrick-süskind the-story-of-a-murderer perfume suspense Patrick Süskind
c5172d3 Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can't help it. Classical music isn't just . It's a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the soul. Take a modern example. Florence and the Machine? In the song 'Cosmic Love,' she catalogs the way in which the world has gone dark, distorting her, when she, a rather intense young woman, was left bereft by a love affair. 'The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. music classical-music cosmic-love florence-and-the-machine florence-welch night-film love-affair lyrics confession thriller mystery diary horror suspense Marisha Pessl
bbfbd3b I think if Eternity held torment, its form would not be fiery rack, nor its nature, despair. I think that on a certain day amongst those days which never dawned, and will not set, an angel entered Hades -- stood, shone, smiled, delivered a prophecy of conditional pardon, kindled a doubtful hope of bliss to come, not now, but at a day and hour unlooked for, revealed in his own glory and grandeur the height and compass of his promise: spoke thus -- then towering, became a star, and vanished into his own Heaven. His legacy was suspense -- a worse boon than despair. hope suspense hell Charlotte Brontë
3ac53dd I thought about the current contamination of beaches, raw sewage spilling into oceans and streams, the hole in the ozone, forests being stripped, the toxic-waste dumps, the merry plunder of mankind added to the drought and the famine that nature dishes up annually as a matter of course. It's hard to know what's actually going to get us first. Sometimes I think we should just blow the whole planet and get it over with. It's the suspense that's killing me. suspense Sue Grafton
1cadf71 My father used to say there are two kinds of people: the noticers and the noticed family-relationships family-drama survival-story suspense Lori Lansens
495f7ba "Sir Arthur stopped at the bottom of the hill and awaited the charging rider. The horseman halted in front of Sir Arthur and mud flew in all directions. "Who are you?" demanded Sir Arthur. He stared into the masked face and turbaned head of an assassin. Rufus's heart stopped. A gasp escaped his frozen lips and his legs wobbled. Sir Arthur asked again, "Who are you?" The man dismounted and drew from his golden sash a long scimitar. He approached Sir Arthur. The knight lifted his sword and the duel began." swordfight assassin suspense Justus A. Platt
6180552 "We're celebrating tonight," Ricco said, raising his glass. "To our Francesca. May she be followed by the right ones in a very timely manner." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
2e215a8 Then someone within closed the door, shutting Norah out into the howling dust of the night. The clouds parted briefly to reveal the full moon's cold eye, then closed again. Wind seared over the pavilion's double roof, its voice rising to a shriek. Distantly, among the maze of walls, came the frenzied barking of hundreds of tiny dogs. As she drifted towards wakefulness, Norah could not tell whether it was the wind that she heard just at the end, or whether, within the dark hall, the girl had begun to scream. fiction mystery suspense Barbara Hambly
6e5e8f7 Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down at the photo. His face then splintered into hurt. Tears seeped into his eyes. He grappled for the nearest bedpost and slumped forward on extended arms. His shoulders jerked and head sagged a little while his heart broke. Old Man cried the mute cry of men of his generation. romance thrillers-mystery private-detective whodunit noir suspense Ed Lynskey
efcff2d "And what if you're trying to knock out another man," she said, sarcastic. There was no expression in his cool blue eyes. "Then I kiss him," he said in the calmest of voices. "Now you try it." sexuality suspense Anne Stuart
9fde55f "Poetry in motion," she murmured under her breath. She'd heard that expression, but now she knew what it meant, how the words could come alive with a man moving." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
f0d7aba And she lowered her eyes at the gentle reproach, for she had learned her lesson, even if there would be occasional, but only very occasional, relapses; for none of us is perfect, except, of course, the ones we love, the things of home, our much appreciated dogs and cats, our favourites of one sort or another. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Alexander McCall Smith
96f6d32 It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind. family-relationships india literary-fiction immigration drama suspense Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
d6e8577 The costumes help. They make it less real, disguise what it really is both for the actors and for the people who'll see it on the screen. It's like the people who read and because it's in Russia they can say, 'Oh, that's not my pain they're talking about.' And Chris is tough. She goes from one thing to the next and doesn't worry about the past. When a cat sits mere purring on your lap, you know for a fact she isn't thinking about her former owner; she's thinking about her dinner. That's Chris. fiction mystery suspense Barbara Hambly
69f6c00 "Taut, intelligent, and intense suspense that is deeply human."--Mark Greaney, New York Times Bestselling Author of Gunmetal Gray "Exciting and well-layered....David Bell is a master storyteller with a sure hand at crafting characters you feel for and stories you relish."--Allen Eskens, USA Today Bestselling Author of The Life We Bury "A tense and twisty suspense novel about the dark secrets that lie buried within a community and a father who can save his daughter only by uncovering them. Will leave parents wondering just how well they truly know their children."--Hester Young, author of The Gates of Evangeline and The Shimmering Road "A gripping, immersive tour-de-force full of twists and turns. BRING HER HOME kept me flipping the pages late into the night. Don't expect to sleep until you've finished reading this book. I could not put it down!"--A. J. Banner, bestselling author of The Good Neighbor and The Twilight Wife "In David Bell's riveting BRING HER HOME, the unthinkable is only the beginning. From there, the story races through stunning twists all the way to its revelation, without letting its heart fall away in the action. Intense, emotional, and deeply satisfying. This one will keep you up late into the night. Don't miss it!"--Jamie Mason, author of Three Graves Full and Monday's Lie "Spellbinding and pulse-raising, BRING HER HOME hooked me from the first sentence and surprised me until the final pages. Sharply written and richly observed, this book is about the secrets we keep, the mysteries that keep us, and the lengths a father will go to for the daughter he loves. David Bell is a masterful storyteller who has perfected the art of suspense in BRING HER HOME."--Sarah Domet, author of The Guineveres" fiction david-bell domestic-suspense summer-read thrillers book novels suspense David J. Bell
95355b7 She had refused to draw the monster. She feared to give him form. fear life christina-dodd virtue-falls thriller monster suspense Christina Dodd
95d53f9 I've been dead over seventy years and still when I hear a woman scream, I find myself standing, listening, wanting to help and unable to do anything except watch. paranormal suspense Christina Dodd
0bffcc7 I realized my sorrow, the regret of a restless, doomed spirit, rang in my voice. For the first time I wondered if my fate was to helplessly watch violence until I became as mad as the men who committed the murders. love-story paranormal-romance suspense Christina Dodd
9a9a555 "She cleared her throat. "I dont like that sort of thing." [...] "What sort of thing?" His gaze dropped to her mouth. Held there. [...] "The F-word sort of thing. She blurted it out, saying the first thing that came into her mind without thinking. His eyebrow shot up. She hadn't thought that anyone could do that. Shoot up one eyebrow. It was incredibly hot-at least on him. "The F-word?" He repeated. " Dolce core, you can't even say fuck, for fuck's sake." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
a5069e1 It wasn't about a women's weight, it was about who they were, if that brightness shone through their eyes and skin and hair. Ricco found beauty in art. Women were a form of art. All shapes and sizes. All body types. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
98f2496 "But suspense presupposes uncertainty. No matter how nightmarish the situation, real suspense is impossible when we know in advance that the protagonist will prevail (as we would if Woolrich had used series characters) or will be destroyed. This is why, despite his congenital pessimism, Woolrich manages any number of times to squeeze out an upbeat resolution. Precisely because we can never know whether a particular novel or story will be light or dark, allegre or noir, his work remains hauntingly suspenseful. ("Introduction")" noir noir-fiction suspense Francis M. Nevins
42591d1 "Inevitably, his vision verged toward the fantastic; he published a scattering of stories - most included in this volume - which appeared to conform to that genre at least to the degree that the fuller part of his vision could be seen as "mysteries." For Woolrich it all was fantastic; the clock in the tower, hand in the glove, out of control vehicle, errant gunshot which destroyed; whether destructive coincidence was masked in the "naturalistic" or the "incredible" was all pretty much the same to him. RENDEZVOUS IN BLACK, THE BRIDE WORE BLACK, NIGHTMARE are all great swollen dreams, turgid constructions of the night, obsession and grotesque outcome; to turn from these to the "fantastic" was not to turn at all. The work, as is usually the case with a major writer was perfectly formed, perfectly consistent, the vision leached into every area and pulled the book together. "Jane Brown's Body" is a suspense story. THE BRIDE WORE BLACK is science fiction. PHANTOM LADY is a gothic. RENDEZVOUS IN BLACK was a bildungsroman. It does not matter." science-fiction fantastic gothic cornell-woolrich noir noir-fiction horror suspense Barry N. Malzberg
d583ad3 Dreema and you disagree. She cottons to Richmond, but you can't be weaned off Pelham. So I offer you a fair middle ground: relocate to northern Virginia. She transfers to the state morgue on Braddock Road, and you get to stay near your old beat. romance private-eye thriller detective-novel crime-fiction mystery suspense Ed Lynskey
8e6ad40 "I didn't look over my shoulder; there wasn't a sound behind me on the pavement, but I knew he was coming slowly after me. The crawl of the skin up and down my back told me. Little needles of warning that gathered at the back of my skull told me. I'd never known until then that the jungles aren't so very far behind us, after all, and tails, and four feet instead of two. Where else did those symptoms come from? ("Don't Wait Up For Me, Tonight")" stalking suspense Cornell Woolrich
9d724d7 From Chapter 1: The main rub was the lack of RnR and I burned out. Three years and three stripes later, I ejected from the MP Corps, vowing I'd never do police or criminal investigative work again. Instead, I returned home when I should've learned better. private-detective thriller noir suspense Ed Lynskey
63d07f7 By the time it was over, we knew the dead were the lucky ones. death life christina-dodd virtue-falls thriller suspense Christina Dodd
e9566c8 Bastara decir que soy Juan Pablo Castel, el pinto que mato a Maria Iribarne; supongo que el proceso esta en el recuerdo de todos y que no se necesitan mayores explicaciones sobre mi persona. (63) suspense Ernesto Sabato
da62030 In the temple, I sit on the cool floor next to Grandfather, beneath the stern benevolence of the goddess's glance. Grandfather is clad in only a traditional silk dhoti--no fancy modern clothes for him. That's one of the things I admire about him, how he is always unapologetically, uncompromisingly himself. His spine is erect and impatient; white hairs blaze across his chest. india literary-fiction mystery novel suspense Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
fb43a76 Asif Ali maneuvers the gleaming Mercedes down the labyrinthine lanes of Old Kolkata with consummate skill, but his passengers do not notice how smoothly he avoids potholes, cows and beggars, how skilfully he sails through aging yellow lights to get the Bose family to their destination on time. This disappoints Asif only a little. In his six years of chauffeuring the rich and callous, he has realized that, to them, servants are invisible. family-relationships india immigrant-experience literary-fiction usa suspense Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
cdf2d84 A une epoque de sa vie, il y avait de cela de nombreuses annees, elle avait perdu sa foi en Dieu. Elle l'avait maudit, hai, accuse d'etre responsable de tous les maux de la terre. Mais le mal n'etait pas une creation de Dieu. L'homme avait invente le mal. Finalement, elle avait reussi a pardonner a Dieu. secret past love secret-affair united-kingdom turkey grandmother istanbul london suspense Barbara Taylor Bradford
0254fe2 "Fill me in on the details of your life." "I thought you didn't give a shit." "It'll give me something to do while I wait for you to stab me to death." humor life christina-dodd virtue-falls thriller suspense Christina Dodd
873141d "So you know you're a ghost?" I looked at my hands; they were transparent and glowed faintly. "Can you think of another explanation?" love-story paranormal suspense Christina Dodd
542575f We don't know when the first star exploded, or when the sun caught on fire. We don't know when the sun will stop burning and turn cold and dark, though we know it will. In between the fire and the cold, life beginning and ending, Laura, sometime after being born and before dying, plays a game and talks to a sister who has never existed, while Frank tells a little girl named Whitney a story about the life and death of a dog, a story that he sometimes believes while telling it. In the cities of the Sonoran Desert, the sunshine follows you into the shade. When you drink water anywhere, however pure the water, you're drinking the piss of dinosaurs. The volume of water in this world has never varied. Nothing comes or goes, increases or decreases. On a speck of dust in what they call the universe, David and Frank search for Laura, and Laura searches for David and Frank. La Llorona searches for her children. Whitney wants to not be sad. All of them search for love. love-story serial-killer noir suspense Barry Graham
af9d440 Find my weak points, but more importantly, find yours. fiction mystery-novels mystery suspense Rene Gutteridge
6e4c50d Looking into Ricco's eyes, she knew she was safe with him. She felt safe. More she felt free. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
e33ce46 It was strange, that feeling of freedom, as if by tying her, he released her spirit--beaten down, so encased in the beliefs of others, what was right, what was wrong, what she was-- so that she could just be. Simply be. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
5cf037a She had no idea she could feel so protected. So beautiful. So cherished. He made her feel all those things. She could give him his art- and it was beautiful. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
85ecee6 He was waiting and she had to answer. Take that last irrevocable step. [...] She'd do whatever was necessary, but it had to be the right thing, no mistakes. What she was doing was very, very dangerous, but she had no choice. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
63f8593 Fear wasn't the problem, she could deal with nerves, it was the excitement welling up in her that frightened her most. The unfamiliar emotion was too strong. Too needy. Too everything she was unprepared to deal with. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
c76578c She wanted a family. She loved that the Ferraros were so tight-knit, but she barely knew them. She didn't even really know what Stefano did for a living. There was just a little bit of fear when she was around them all. Power clung to them. They were their wealth so easily, like a second skin. More than that, they were a cloak of pure danger. When any of the Ferraros walked into a room, there was stunned silence- a collective gasp from any other occupants of the room. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
924323a Two F-bombs in under a second. He was more than furious. She had no choice but to lift her chin, but she kept her eyes childishly shut tight, afraid if she looked at him, she'd be lost. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
92985a9 Once he had told her he wanted her to stay, she'd been lost in the wonder of that. No one ever wanted her. No one. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
ad153f0 She didn't want to see the condemnation in his eyes, but she had to warn him. [...] She would lose everything. She would lose him. His family. This place. Her hideout. Most of all, she would lose an important ally. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
b6629ed He'd missed her. Really missed her. It was strange to think of a woman night and day, to worry about her and look forward to being with her. To inhale the scent of her and know you were home. To crave her body like an addiction and need the sound of her laughter and sight of her smile. He'd never had that before and now it seemed as natural to him as breathing. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
1ac065b It stems from hundreds of years ago, a law handed down in our family generations ago. The Saldi family in Sicily murdered the Ferraro family, killing as many members, men women and children, as they could. The decree that we don't all gathering one place was passed down by those surviving that massacre. It was a long time ago, just history really, but we still abide by that rule. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
13e3865 "Marry me, be my wife. Be my partner. Take the risk with me. I need you in a way I've never needed anything or anyone." He was giving himself up to her. He'd never felt more vulnerable. Never felt more terrified. "Every fucking word I said to you is the truth." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
8a9133c "Where the fuck is your coat?" His voice was pitched low. Soft. It sounded menacing, as if all his anger was directed at her because she didn't have on a coat." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
1af8bc5 Stefano's the oldest. He has four brothers, equally hot. One sister, totally beautiful. When they walk around together, people just stare at them. That's how hot they are. Each one is supercool as well, which makes them scorching hot. I'm a little in love with them, including their sister. That's how totally gorgeous they are. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
0c1cbf0 He stared down into her eyes, holding her there like he could, just with his gaze, mesmerizing her. Keeping her captive, under his spell. A slow smile transformed the hard edges of his handsome face. He was so beautiful to her. A gorgeous man and she was falling more and more in love with him. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
7ea1f4d Every moment I'm with you, bambina, I fall harder. It's difficult for mr to believe you're real. You aren't the only one a little terrified. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
976f514 In that moment he knew she could shatter him. Break him into a million pieces and he'd never recover. Not in this lifetime. He realized all the lore in his family was truth. Ferraro men. When then found the right woman, loved her with everything in them and they did it only once. Francesca was his once. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
3ae2441 Bottom line, dolce core, that's who I am. When the cops can't do something to protect citizens, it's my turn. You have to decide if you can live with who I am. The real me. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
5ccb067 He knew she was already lost. HIS. He'd never thought he'd really have a chance at finding a woman of his own, one he could love and center his world around, one who would accept him and his fucked-up life, but now that she'd stepped into his world, he knew he wasn't about to let her go. shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
8075b35 Francesca was...extraordinary. A gift. A miracle. She just gave herself to him. He was connected to her through their shadows and he knew how she felt. Frightened, bordering on terror. Still, he mattered to her. She saw him, not the Stefano the rest of the world saw, but the man inside who needed. Who didn't want to stand alone. She gave herself to that man. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
574d800 She felt Stefano's body sitting next to her, yet he seemed to take up the room, surrounding her, in front of her, at her back. He was everywhere. Dangerous. Determined. Giving her a feeling of security. How he managed that she didn't know. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
606e681 Say yes, Francesca. I didn't think it was possible to feel anything real for a woman. I just couldn't. I tried, but nothing was there. I knew I was capable of loving because I love my sister and brothers fiercely. With everything in me. But what a man feels for a woman, 'the' woman, eluded me until you. Until I saw you. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
7dba819 He was the devil, but she didn't care. On some level she even knew he was using her own body against her, pitting her innocence against his experience, but she didn't care about that, either. She wanted to leap into the fire with both feet, arms wide, eyes open. She knew his world might be something she would have a difficult time accepting, but he was worth it. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
910b427 You don't do violence, Francesca, not unless it's self-defense or in defense of our family. I won't have that on your soul. You're going to be my wife. The mother of my children. You're about love and softness. Not killing. Never that romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
6496d2b "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, bambino, I love that." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
6a10269 The gate, which had been securely locked, stood open in welcome. Everything seemed to be welcoming him. A sense of peace began to steal into his heart. A part of him wanted to sit on one of the benches and soak in the atmosphere. romance paranormal suspense 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
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
751200f "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." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
95557e4 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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
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" romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
ba9f063 Michelle: It wasn't my house. It was owned by a brownie couple who owned it and rented out suites. There were a few long-term renters, like me, but it also functioned as a bed and breakfast to people and magical creatures passing through. A renter, like myself, was entitled to two meals a day, which made up for the microscopic kitchen. Being something of an indifferent or terrible cook, those kept me from eating fast food every day. I walked inside, barely pausing to wipe my feet on the mat. I swung to the right and stumbled into the dining room, hardly looking at the long table or who might be at it. I made a bee-line for the tea and slurped down half a mug. The hot, caffeinated beverage forced my eyes open and gave my movement some energy. While topping off my mug, I looked around and saw two unicorns, a dwarf and five shifters. witches suspense N.E. Conneely
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 thriller western suspense B.J. Daniels
1697520 La semaine derniere, nous avons pris une decision. Nous allions sortir pour deblayer les briques. Des femmes de notre quartier y travaillaient quotidiennement. Les Trummerfrauen. Elles nettoyaient les briques de toute trace de ciment. Elles empilaient dans des brouettes. Les emportaient dans un depot. On utiliserait les briques pour recronstruire Berlin. Une tache utile, mais epuisante. family british-literature turkey exile world-war-2 british istanbul secrets london suspense Barbara Taylor Bradford
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
f02aaaa 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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense 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
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
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
afb8f4c "He leaned into her, his mouth against her ear. "Breathe for me, Mariko. Just breathe." romance shadow-rider-series suspense 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
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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
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. romance historical-fiction suspense Anthony Doerr
6c1e103 "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." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
8612093 I was out on a lonely road that stretched forever into the darkness. I wanted to run, to get away from him, but it was so dark, I was afraid of where I was going. fear darkness life christina-dodd virtue-falls thriller lonely suspense Christina Dodd
db5e33c I'm sorry about the screaming. I thought you were him. life christina-dodd virtue-falls thriller nightmare suspense Christina Dodd
93171c5 What are we, Charlie's Angels? fiction thriller mystery suspense Terri Blackstock
0c6bb54 He didn't want to do this... He had come here to hide. life christina-dodd virtue-falls thriller suspense Christina Dodd
24787d3 "Oh, God. Not again." Not again? "Do you make a habit of driving into people's houses?" humor life christina-dodd virtue-falls thriller suspense Christina Dodd
bb52dfa The thing that hunts me now thrives on terror. My terror. I fear he will come for me. I fear he will come for anyone who knows me. fear life christina-dodd virtue-falls thriller suspense Christina Dodd
2b9ca2f "I didn't burn down anyone's house! I didn't. I wouldn't!" Maddie looked at Jacob. "You know I wouldn't. I didn't kill you when I had the chance!" christina-dodd virtue-falls thriller suspense christina dodd
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
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. 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
a1f323d 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. 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. myth romance literary-fiction mystery suspense Peter Kelton
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." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
8b63876 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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense 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
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
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
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
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
b80f26f 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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense 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." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
e28b274 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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense 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
f67c121 "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." romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
dd89176 His breath hitched. His lungs seized. She was the last thing he'd expected to happen because...frankly...a woman like her was so rare. He didn't know how to feel about it, but suddenly there was nothing else more important, not even Ferraro family business. 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
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
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
61aec43 You're kind of a caveman, sometimes, Stefano. But it's sexy. Really, really sexy. romance shadow-rider-series suspense 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." romance paranormal suspense 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." romance writing thriller crime-fiction mystery suspense Ed Lynskey
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
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
735f955 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. 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
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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense 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
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. romance shadow-rider-series suspense Christine Feehan
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