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30610e7
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His mouth came down on hers and then he was just possessing her. Taking her over. Leaving her with nothing of herself because she burned up in the fire he generated.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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f1fb3da
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You think I was out here debating whether or not to end my life because I was wounded and in pain, but that wasn't the reason. I had given up all hope of finding the woman meant for me. I was no longer certain I could endure loneliness without her.
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paranormal-romance
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Christine Feehan |
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51e6caa
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He knew as much as he was deliberately seducing her, she was doing the same for him, although innocently. She wasn't in the least trying and his body was already hers and always would be.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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2598d21
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and you, lying there, deciding whether or not you have had enough of life? What is wrong with you? Life is to be cherished. Not thrown away
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Christine Feehan |
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49663dd
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She could communicate love with just one caress of her fingers. This touch was natural to her and had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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1dc531f
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So beautiful." He murmured the words aloud. He thought them in his head. Tucked them somewhere close. Her hair was beautiful, but so was her soul. That half she unknowingly held for him, it was beautiful as well. So much light in so small a package."
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paranormal-romance
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Christine Feehan |
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40905df
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Has the world gone insane? This kind of thing didn't happen in Wyoming. The horses or cattle never got jealous or murderous." She slid into the backseat of the car, and he followed. "Well, occasionally, one did, but it was easy enough to stop them. We ate the steer that gave us trouble and worked with the horse until it behaved." Giovanni laughed. "Well, I don't think Aaron or the hit man would like it if we ate them."
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sasha
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Christine Feehan |
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96ad1a7
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I take care of what's mine. He won't get his filthy hands on you again. That's my promise to you.
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Christine Feehan |
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540882b
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She knew every scar, every tattoo. She had traced every one of those scars and tattoos with her tongue. With her fingertips. She'd memorized them until they were etched so deeply in her brain, she could have drawn them and gotten every detail perfect.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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96aeac3
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Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meditate when your murdering someone?
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Christine Feehan |
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d1027ae
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Steele could be so completely still, it felt like he could disappear. His energy would get so low that you could forget he was in your space. He never missed anything when he was like that. He took in the smallest detail.
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romance
torpedo-ink
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Christine Feehan |
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6897486
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And you attacked them with that saucepot. Seriously, csecsemo, I wouldn't try that again. I can see you are determined to learn to fight these creatures, and I am trying my best to look at all the reasons why it is a good idea that you do learn, but saucepots are out.
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lorraine
saucepots
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Christine Feehan |
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f4ab446
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Her soft laughter slid into his mind. It wasn't laughter at him, rather an invitation to join in, to laugh at the two of them in this impossible predicament they found themselves in.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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150dcf8
|
You aren't alone. You aren't one anymore. It's the two of us. Together. We do this together. That was the plan. That was your promise and I count on you.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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087eec6
|
It wasn't like he could name one single thing about them that made them stand out in his mind. They just gave off a dangerous vibe. Being with them really did feel as if he were inside a tiger's cage, surrounded by the big cats.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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806f2c5
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His entire life, he hadn't cared if he'd upset someone or made them angry. No one had mattered. He'd found a place inside himself where he was safe, where no one could get to him. But she could--she had.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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a6bb12f
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Dragomir frowned. You were glorified in song? Of course. My deeds were great. Weren't yours? My deeds were great, and yet no one glorified me in song . Kod alte han. Darkness curse it, Sandu.
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Christine Feehan |
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04962a1
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We all signed up for a one-way ticket when we joined GhostWalkers. It's just my turn.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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221372d
|
I'm not trying to push you away. I'm trying to save your life. I want you to live. You're extraordinary. The world needs you.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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308d388
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She had captured his heart and he didn't ever want it back.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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582cf87
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When I love, Francesca, it's with everything in me. I'm loyal and I'm a fighter, which means I'll fight with my last breath to make certain my woman is happy. I expect those in my life to be the same way.
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Christine Feehan |
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9a5ffb1
|
You need to accept my apology and then let it go. That's the way we're going to do things when we're together. I'm going to fuck up and apologize a lot. You're going to forgive me and let it go.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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86a6f2a
|
I do love you." He said it suddenly, raising his head so his black eyes could meet her startled green ones. "I mean it, Shea. I do not just need you, I love you. I know everything about you, I have been in your head, shared your memories, shared your dreams and your ideas. I know you think I need you and that is why I am with you, but it is much more than that. I love you." He grinned unexpectedly, traced her lower lip with the tip of a fin..
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jacques-and-shea
love
staring
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Christine Feehan |
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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."
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
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Christine Feehan |
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ce9cb98
|
She saw him, that man who kept himself isolated, so separate from the rest of the world. She saw him for who he was, and she liked him anyway.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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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, fo..
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romance
shadow-rider-series
suspense
|
Christine Feehan |
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1b7f235
|
She didn't want any contact with Whitney at all. He was the boogeyman. He'd held absolute authority over her for her entire life. Defying him was difficult. It said a lot that Shylah was willing to die-that she would choose a horrific death rather than go back to him.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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08ba825
|
The rest of my life isn't that long, so I don't know how big a compliment it is. One day? Two?" She rubbed her chin along his chest. "Stay humble, my man."
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
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1e64009
|
Since no one's ever fallen in love with me, I think now's a good time. I can go out knowing someone thought I was worth that.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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56e875c
|
It was wondrous. Almost unbelievable. Like champagne bubbles, but in her soul. She felt effervescent. And so in love.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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a815ae1
|
If I'm going to die a really ugly death, it's nice to like the person you're going to share that with.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
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Christine Feehan |
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fdef413
|
watching his white teeth flash at her and the lines in his face soften so that he almost looked boyish. That smile was reserved for her alone and it was full-blown, wide, bright and heart-stopping in its joy.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
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4b9d6cc
|
Freeman flicked him a quick glance. It was one of those looks that seemed to burn a hole right through him. Barry shivered, not liking those eyes on him. They were intelligent, focused - almost too focused. They didn't blink, and it felt like death looking at him.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
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c7d3b50
|
The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gave more of herself away to him.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
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9352e81
|
The enhancements made them predators any way you looked at it. Hunters. They were good at their jobs. They looked like soldiers. Doctors. Officers. But they were much more than that and anyone in close confines with them felt the difference sooner rather than later.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
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9c11b99
|
You're a miracle, woman." Draden meant it."
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
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71c0e51
|
Shylah was like Nonny. She would stand with her man, carving out a home and fighting by his side when necessary in the worst of circumstances.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
0868b25
|
I'm letting myself fall for you. All the way. I want that. You're definitely the kind of man I want.
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|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
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e8b2e98
|
I'm not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can't think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
d7cdf27
|
For one moment, their eyes locked. His were blue, but that was far too mundane to describe them. Almost a pure dark blue, a true navy. She'd seen them for a second, but it didn't matter with her enhanced vision. She would dream about those eyes for the rest of her life.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
c1284ba
|
She hadn't expected the intamacy of his voice in her head. It had a smoothness to it that gave way now and then to gravel.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3f00639
|
He held her, his arms tight around her, trying to tell her without words, that no matter what, he would be there for her
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|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
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56fcf4f
|
He worked well with the GhostWaljers, as a member of that team, but having Shylah as a partner was eye-opening. She seemed to anticipate every possibility as he did, and she took steps to protect him more fiercely than any person ever had.
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|
paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |
|
103d1c2
|
Shylah's soft laughter slid into Draden's mind. Warm like honey, filling him up when he hadn't known he was empty.
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paranormal
romance
science-fiction
|
Christine Feehan |