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0a128a8
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Dahlia's breath hissed out of her throat. Slowing the boat, she swung back toward him, glaring. " is so damned fascinating about breasts? If I show them to you will you stop?" Her hands went to the buttons of the shirt as if she might really rip the material open. There was color in her face and her breath came too fast. "I one heard that men thought about sex every three minutes but you must be setting some sort of record." "It isn't just..
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Christine Feehan |
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af1b408
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Is the rain getting the mud off of me?" She tilted her head. A hint of laughter crept into her eyes. "Actually it's running down your face in a rather dramatic fashion. I think you'd even manage to scare an alligator." "Before you start laughing at me, you might take a look at yourself."
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Christine Feehan |
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8f08df5
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It took both of them to force her to feed from other than Mikhail. She resisted for a moment. Mikhail whispered softly, lovingly, bending her will to his. Gregori added his own reinforcement.
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Christine Feehan |
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d078a3a
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I wonder how you'll scream when I tear out your heart and show it to you," Emma said, very calmly, her voice low, meaning every word."
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Christine Feehan |
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8d58537
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Her body clenched with hot desire, and without thinking she bathed Jacques' mind in her heat. She saw his body hunch, as if someone had physically punched him. Guilt stirred for a moment, but then he was stroking her throat, his mental touch every bit as exciting in her state of arousal as his physical one. Gregori straightened up slowly and inhaled sharply, turned to glare at Jacques.
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Christine Feehan |
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99a66e2
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It has a reputation for being dangerous." His hand caressed her soft skin. "Take off your jeans." She smiled up at him. "I can see it is dangerous. Now, why would I want to do something that is obviously going to get me in big trouble?" His hand stroked her waist, traced each rib under her satin skin. He could feel her tremble in answer. "Because I want you to. Because you want to please me." Shea laughed out loud, her eyebrows winging upwa..
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Christine Feehan |
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a291b00
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Czar, you're the smartest man I know, and I respect you in every way, but that the dumbest thing I have ever heard. You leave your girl a note pinned to the bed, and you're gone for 5 years. I can't wait to meet this woman who stood by your ass for 5 years without one real word from you
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Christine Feehan |
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1e76ca2
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What the hell was he shooting at? You? Or the birds?' 'He fired off a few rounds at me, both from here and back there.' Lev turned to indicate the spot where the assailant stood. 'Then he was shooting at the owls.' 'The ones that attacked him.' There was open skepticism in Jonas's voice. 'I don't carry spare owl feathers in my pocket,' Levi said.
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Christine Feehan |
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523903f
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She was certain it had nothing to do with being close to such an attractive, masculine man and everything to do with her recent ordeal with the vampire. No mere man could make her weak in the knees. Aidan settled beside her on the couch, as Stefan had acquired the leather recliner since she had abandoned it. Aidan's thigh brushed hers, sending a tremor rushing through her. His breath warmed her ear. "Fortunately, I am no mere man." "Stop re..
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Christine Feehan |
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caf65ed
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He wouldn't give up on her. He was prepared to do anything, fight any battle. No matter if the act was forbidden or not, if he could get her back, he would humble himself, put himself in any kind of jeopardy or fight any battle to save her." -Dimitri"
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Christine Feehan |
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af1b8bd
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Aidan's hands itched to strangle the woman. He had known Marie from the moment of her birth--sixty two years ago--and they had never exchanged a cross word. And he suddenly wanted to strangle her. He should have ripped Ivan's throat out. Flowers. Why hadn't he thought of flowers? Why hadn't Marie mentioned it to him first? Why had she accepted them? Whose side was she on, anyway? Flowers! He had the urge to rip those petals off one by one. ..
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Christine Feehan |
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aa408de
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In her mind danced the image of a shark with Thomas Ivan's white, practiced smile. Deliberately, Aidan teased her with the image until she was forced to laugh.
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Christine Feehan |
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8a0d6e2
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That savage, he thought. Don't think you can push me aside so easily.
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Christine Feehan |
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aefde0b
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Life is to be lived. It doesn't really matter the how and why of things. It matters how you choose to live. I taught you to live life large. Tha's all, Wyatt. Love when you can. Laugh. Sing. And take care of your family and friends and then your community. It's not always easy, but it's good and at the end of it all, you'll be satisfied.
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Christine Feehan |
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ea7edc3
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He needed to crawl inside of her, share her skin, bury himself deep so she could pour the sun over him and steer him away from the shadows always clawing pieces out of him.
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Christine Feehan |
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60ed4a1
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She found only the healer in him. All else was pushed aside. There was so much selflessness, so much purity of soul, Shea could only marvel. She followed his lead without reservation. He was the epitome of what she had always striven to be. A true healer, with a gift so rare and precious, she felt humbled in his presence. Later she could remember that Gregori was a powerful ancient, that he could make anyone believe and see anything he want..
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Christine Feehan |
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5958b69
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He wouldn't give up on her. He was prepared to do anything, fight any battle. No matter if the act was forbidden or not, if he could get her back, he would humble himself, put himself in any kind of jeopardy or fight any battle to save her." - Dimitri's thoughts"
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carpathian-love
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Christine Feehan |
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b6cca64
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She tried not to influence him. It was their decision together, not just hers. She knew he would listen with an open mind to her reasons and she wanted to be able to do the same for him. His laughter was soft in her mind, filling her with an odd tingling sensation, with a small rush of heat. . That was it. Her name. She sent him a look from under her lashes, one she usually reserved for Josef. Dimitri burst out laughing.
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Christine Feehan |
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eab780f
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He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He'd walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ruin him.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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3b40361
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Damn it, woman," he snapped. "Stop crying. Are you hysterical?" "Maybe." Her voice was muffled by the pillow and her hands. -Maxim & Airiana"
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maybe-hysterical
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Christine Feehan |
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8ae02ef
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You still have three gaping wounds in your body, yet the first thing you're thinking about is getting me naked, you are such a man!" He inclined his his head, "Thank you for the compliment"
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Christine Feehan |
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8c512af
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Azami shuddered, her lips trembling, and then she consumed him as aggressively and as honestly as he did her. He felt her inside of his mind, running like lava through his veins, wrapping around his heart and filling his very bones with her. "This is madness," she whispered against his mouth when they both came up for air. Her dark eyes searched his face. Sam didn't have any answers. He knew she was right. They might be on opposite sides in..
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Christine Feehan |
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b8984d2
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We are a traditional family in many ways," she replied enigmatically, avoiding a lie. She wasn't above lying to serve her mission, but not to Sam, not if she could help it. His eyes warmed. "So we're back to you giving me instructions on how to properly court you. Do I ask your brother's permission?" He was stealing her heart with his sincerity. She shook her head. "I am not a woman who would be practical in your life, Sam. You need a home ..
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Christine Feehan |
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You snuck past me, didn't you?" Ian accused. "I knew I hadn't gone to sleep." Sam understood what Ian was doing: giving Ryland time to assimilate the danger to his son and come to terms with it. He deliberately drew attention away from their leader. "Many times, as a matter of fact," Azami said, willing to sacrifice herself so that Ryland could take a moment to recover and hold his child close. "I tweaked your chin once." Ian rubbed his chi..
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Christine Feehan |
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17ef0ec
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He knew he needed to release her, but once he allowed his physical connection to drop away, he was uncertain if he'd ever have a chance to reconnect. Instinctively, he knew Azami was elusive, like water flowing through fingers, or the wind shifting in the trees. He needed a way to seal her to him. "How does one court a woman in Japan? Do I need your brothers' permission?" She blinked again. Shocked. A hint of uncertainty crept into her eyes..
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Christine Feehan |
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3bbc52a
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He couldn't believe that his hands were clammy and his heart pounding. He'd gone into full-scale battle with less apprehension. Both men spoke excellent English, so there was no language barrier, and if truth be told, he spoke fluent Japanese. Standing in front of the door, he took a moment to inspect his clothing. He was barefoot, wore jeans and a carelessly buttoned shirt that had a few bloodstains clinging to it. Damn. He should have cha..
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Christine Feehan |
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2c8daed
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Sleep deeply, the sleep of our people, chosen one of my sister,that you will heal completely and wake refreshed and in full strength.
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Christine Feehan |
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a9e8092
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Mikhail seated himself across the small table from her, his eyes drifting lazily, possessively, over her alluring curves. "Why do you dress in men's clothes?" he asked. "She laughed, soft and melodious, and her eyes lit with mischief. "Because I knew it would annoy you." He threw his head back and laughed. -Mikhail & Raven"
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Christine Feehan |
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f122d41
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I love that you're mine. I've never had anything for myself. Not one fucking thing, Evangeline. I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I'm going after that you know. Your heart.
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Christine Feehan |
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ee8a5c1
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What we need, Mikhail, is Raven's calming influence. You look about as reassuring as a Bengal tiger. Oh, and you look like a bunny rabbit, Mikhail scoffed.
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Christine Feehan |
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22ca93d
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Violence, once committed, lingered behind and subtly worked on those sensitive to its ugliness.
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Christine Feehan |
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9e0f950
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He'd searched the world over for his lifemate, the woman holding the other half of his soul, the light to his darkness. She didn't exist. It was that simple. She didn't exist.
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lifemate
romance-novels
paranormal
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Christine Feehan |
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db3ba88
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Her fingertip traced his smile. "I'm sorry I was so crazy about the healer giving me blood, but I really can't stand it yet, even thinking about it. When we're together, it seems different, something beautiful and natural, but the thought of anyone else--" Her stomach lurched, and she broke off. Jacques' mouth skimmed her face, settled on her lips for a brief, disturbing moment. "I understand. I am stronger now, little red hair. I can care..
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normal
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Christine Feehan |
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79a0271
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I need you with me, Raven. You chase away the shadows and lighten the terrible load that threatens to drown me.
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Christine Feehan |
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3afa398
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A true feminist wouldn't tell other women what they should do or shouldn't do. They would support their decisions. - Gino to Zara
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Christine Feehan |
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bfaccb4
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I'm on a journey seeking personal enlightenment, and you are disturbing my aura of love.
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shorty
lorraine
pot
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Christine Feehan |
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5808889
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Finish it Sonia. For You, I'm perfect for you, you keep leaving that part out. I'm not a perfect man, I'm not 'right'. I'm right for you and I'm perfect for you. No One Else.
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Christine Feehan |
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cdc9cc3
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It was against her principles to allow anyone else to fight her battles and perhaps be injured or killed in her place.
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Christine Feehan |
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5f5a76f
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Women, real women do not have to prove anything to men. We already know we're the superior gender.
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Christine Feehan |
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94e33a1
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Let's do it,Gregori." Her long eyelashes swept down to cover her expression, and that little infuriating smile brought his attention to her soft mouth. "You might pick up some pointers. After all,these guys are probably professionals." Gregori felt the laughter welling up from somewhere in hi soul. The silver eyes warmed to molten mercury, quicksilver. "You think they might be able to help me out?" Savannah nodded solemnly. "It says right o..
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Christine Feehan |
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9cb0648
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Fen couldn't help himself. "I'm going to kiss you again. If you need a reason this time, it won't sound reasonable, but I can't help myself." --
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Christine Feehan |
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a5069e1
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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.
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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f821928
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That won't be necessary. They aren't living with us. They can get their own damn homes. If they want to hang around, they can sit out on the roof and play with their guns.
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Christine Feehan |
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a392bc1
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I'm coming for you and nothing will stop me. Not heaven. Not hell. I'm not leaving you in that place.
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Christine Feehan |