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Blythe was Viktor's in. He'd arranged a casual meeting and swept her off her feet. He was good with women. He knew exactly how to read them and what they wanted and needed. He was good at providing.
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sea-haven
sisters-of-the-heart
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Christine Feehan |
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Blythe turned the tables on him. She was genuine. Sweet. Protective. Nurturing. Everything he'd never had and didn't know he needed or wanted. It was impossible not to love her.
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sea-haven
sisters-of-the-heart
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Christine Feehan |
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Love transcends all evil
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Christine Feehan |
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There isn't much left in me at all. Until you. You're the good. Don't take that away from me. I'm thinking my man may be a little slow on the uptake. We're a done deal. We're together. If you mean what you say and I'm important to you, then who I am has to be important. I'm that girl from the swamp without a family, without a parent, or anyone at all. I made my own rules. I can't be anyone else, even for you. You're mine Evangeline. You nev..
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Christine Feehan |
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Her mouth was a miracle, plain and simple. Heaven. He had never believed in heaven or God until that moment. Until he found it in her.
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Christine Feehan |
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She sounded dazed. He felt movement and managed to turn his head toward her and pry open one eye. She lifted her head and looked pointedly at his soft cock with a small smile. "You're feeling optimistic, aren't you?" she said aloud, laughter in her voice. His fingers found her hair, wrapping a length around his fist. He gave a gentle tug and made an effort to find his voice. "That's a challenge, woman, and all good soldiers find a way to m..
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Stop strokin' that gun, Kyle," Gator said. "You're makin' me nervous. I'm thinkin' you're about to make love to the damn thing." "She is purty," Kyle said, giving the gun one last caress, his eye watching the truck ahead. "Slow down a little, and let them get ahead of us, Gator." "What if they put up a roadblock?" Jonas asked. Ryland opened one eye. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Can the chatter and let me sleep. We've got swi..
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Debriefing was a lot of bullshit. Sam wanted to leap out of his seat and go find his woman. He'd never actually had a woman to come home to, and now that he did, he had to sit like a kindergartener, wiggling around his chair, anxious to see her--inspect her--and make certain she didn't have so much as a scratch on her. Fucking Whitney, attacking the compound when there were just a few men and women to defend it. She wasn't hurt . . . "Sam, ..
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Nicolas felt awkward. If she needed him to shoot someone for her, he was her man, but comforting her was something altogether different. He didn't like feeling uncertain; it was foreign to his nature. Men didn't pet women like dogs, did they? He put his arm around her, drew her closer to him.
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Desari reached up to trace his lips. "You have a perfect mouth, Julian. An amazingly perfect mouth." He arched an eyebrow at her. "Just my mouth is amazing?" "You are such a man." Her eyes laughed at him. "You need constant reassurance that you are magnificent." He nodded. "Magnificent.I like that. I could live with magnificent. Good choice of words,lifemate." She circled his neck with her arms. "Arrogant male. Darius is right, you know.You..
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I steal things." "You do what?" She wanted to smile at the incredulous tone. "Is stealing worse than killing? I thought it was all bad." "You just surprised me." He didn't flinch at her candid assessment of what he did, but it bothered him--and people's opinions didn't bother him. He had his own moral code, a code of strict honor. It shouldn't matter what she said . . . but it did. She wasn't accusing or even judgmental, just matter-of-fact..
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Christine Feehan |
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Even so, the two of us look memorable in these clothes. And your shirt is transparent. I don't think I can take a bunch of men ogling you." He didn't look up as he took his rifle apart and carefully wrapped it around before putting it in his pack. The ammunition belt followed, along with every other visible weapon. Dahlia gasped and crossed her arms over her breasts. "You could have said something." "I didn't want to embarrassed you." This ..
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Christine Feehan |
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All the while, he was conscious of the sound of water. Dahlia was taking a shower. No matter how hard he tried to prevent it, his imagined insisted on conjuring up a vivid picture of Dahlia naked, wet, her hair slick and her face turned up to the hot spray. He closed his eyes against the image and groaned softly. Where had all his self-discipline gone? His tremendous control? He couldn't blame energy, sexual or otherwise, for his fantasies...
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Christine Feehan |
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Coffee. It was decisive. Without their women, their chosen drink would always be what it had been.
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Christine Feehan |
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You grow sleepy, ," Julian whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehea. "We should go to your brother's chamber. I will check him once more before we go to ground." Desari refused to open her eyes. She made a soft purring sound, completely contented to lie in his arms. "Not yet, Julian," she protested softly. "I do not want to leave this place for a little while longer." "I can feel how tired you are, my love. I can do no other than-" "Do n..
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Christine Feehan |
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Go take a shower. Use cold water, it will help." It took him a moment to control the urgent demands of his body. As he stepped away from her, the pad of his finger slipped down her throat and trailed over the swell of her breast before he dropped his hand to his side. Dahlia shivered at his touch. She remained still, only inches from him, refusing to back away . . . or move forward. "Fortunately, Jesse stashed some clothes here for me. He'..
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She gave a little delicate sniff. "You're supposed to be explaining yourself. When one's lifemate refuses to claim his woman, there should be a reasonable explanation." "You have no desire for me to claim you," he pointed out.
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This is my lifemate, who remains unclaimed and quite happy about it.
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Well I'm not. Jumping for joy, I mean,that you're my lifemate. I can't have a lifemate right now. I've got issues.
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Contractions. Kane's stomach dropped right out of his body. He stared down at her, his mind going fuzzy. That was one of those words like menstruation, period, or female products . The list just wasn't uttered in male company. Contractions fit right in there. God. This was not happening. He forced his brain under control, ignoring the pounding in his head and the roaring in his ears. He studied Rose's body carefully. She wasn't due for anot..
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She didn't take her eyes off him, and that expression on her scowling face demanded an answer. He cast about desperately in his mind and then hit on a way out. He shrugged, trying to look casual as well as impressed. "You managed such a great illusion, looking slim earlier, it was hard to remember it was an illusion." There. A compliment. He hadn't stepped into the mud and sunk--yet. She was still looking at him, hands on her hips, waiting ..
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Christine Feehan |
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Te avio palafertiilam. You are my lifemate. Entolam kuulua, avio palafertiilam. I claim you as my lifemate. Ted kuuluak, kacad, kojed. I belong to you. Elidamet andam. I offer my life for you. Pesamet andam. I give you my protection. Uskolfertiilamet andam. I give you my allegiance. Sivamet andam. I give you my heart. Sielamet andam. I give you my soul. Ainamet andam. I give you my body. Sivamet kuuluak kaik etta a ted. I ta..
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Christine Feehan |
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Beside the kit she'd put together were several books, and because he was reluctant to open the sealed plastic container and look at the contents, he browsed through the books. The titles told him a lot about Rose. She planned well for things. One book was on natural childbirth, another focused on nutrition for the pregnant woman. Both books had been read many times. The pages were worn and dog-eared. Another book on parenting caught his att..
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Christine Feehan |
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a583df1
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Just those of us with sisters-in-laws who bounce off walls. I feel like I am watching a Ping-Pong ball. Settle down.
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jacques
raven
sister-in-law
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Christine Feehan |
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For the first time in his life, his body chose. He chose. His choice was her. Anya Rafferty.
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Christine Feehan |
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Lexi frowned again, a little distracted, trying to follow what they were all saying. She knew they were trying to divert her attention. She tried to remember who Uri Sorbacov was. He was the son of the man who had murdered the Prakenskiis' parents and abducted all seven brothers, separating them and forcing them into schools to become covert operatives and worse. He also had been the one to order a hit on most of the Prakenskii brothers and..
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Tempest liked the feeling of strength in Darius's hand, the heat of his body warming hers, the easy, fluid way he moved with the suggestion of tightly leashed power. Most of all she loved the way his eyes burned possessively over her, the way his chiseled, perfect mouth tempted her.
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Christine Feehan |
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He never used a last name if he could help it because the only name that mattered to him was not his own, and unless he found a lifemate, he would not chance ever dishonoring it. -Andre
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As if reading his mind, she smiled happily up at him. "Gary really came through for us, didn't he?" "Absolutely, . And Beau LaRue was not so bad either. Come, we cannot leave the poor man pacing the swamp. He will think we are engaging in something other than conversation." Wickedly Savannah moved her body against his, her hands sliding provocatively, enticingly, over the rigid thickness straining his trousers. "Aren't we?" she asked wit..
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wicked
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Christine Feehan |
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I know of your fears, . I know your every thought. The bond between us is strong enough to cross oceans. We can deal with your fears together." -Gregori"
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Christine Feehan |
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aa4c77b
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You love family and are loyal to them no matter the circumstances. I am the same way. I want that trait in my wife. I want that instilled in my children.
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Christine Feehan |
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He whispered her name as he pressed his forehead against hers. "So this is what love feels like." His fingers tightened possessively around the back of her neck, the pad of his thumb of his thumb caressing her soft skin. Her lashes fluttered, eyes going a vibrant green. Her mouth curved into a soft smile. "You say the most beautiful things, Gavriil. You should have been a poet." He brushed a kiss over each eye and slipped his gun into the w..
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Through the open doorway suddenly stepped a small woman, long ebony hair braided intricately, huge blue eyes flashing at Mikhail. As Byron shouldered his way inside behind her, she gave him a friendly smile and stood on her toes to brush his chin with a kiss. Mikhail stiffened, then immediately wrapped a possessive arm around her waist. "Carpathian women do not do that kind of thing," he reprimanded her. She tilted her chin at him, in no ..
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byron
gregori
jacques-and-shea
mikhail-and-raven
you-owe-me-one
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Christine Feehan |
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Her enormous eyes were staring straight into his silver ones. He couldn't look away, couldn't let go of her hand. He couldn't have moved if his life depended on it. He was lost in those blue-violet eyes, somewhere in their mysterious, haunting, sexy depths. What was it he had decided? Decreed? He was not going to allow her anywhere near Peter's funeral. Why was his resolve fading away to nothing? He had reasons, good reasons. He was certai..
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gregori-and-savannah
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Am I going to crave blood, raw steak, that kind of thing?" Gary asked, straight-faced. "Well, actually..." Savannah started. "I do not have rabies." Gregori silenced her with a look. "I am not contagious." "All the books say if you drink my blood, I get to drink your blood, and then I'm like you." Gary sounded slightly disappointed. "Some people grow bat wings," Savannah admitted, her teeth tugging at her lower lip. "That's where Batman..
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epidemic
gary
gets-worse
gregori-and-savannah
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She went to move around Jacques, strongly objecting to the label. She did have a name. She was a person. She had a feeling they all thought her the hysterical type. She certainly hadn't managed to show them her normal calm self. Jacques stepped backward and his arm swept behind him to pin her against the wall. He never took his eyes from the trio before them. He knew he was unstable, still fighting to hold on to reason when his every ins..
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cavemen
civilized
jacques-and-shea
mikhail-and-raven
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Christine Feehan |
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His black eyes smoldered, a velvet seduction. She backed away from him, holding a palm outward to ward him off. "Just you keep your ideas to yourself," she warned. "You have that devil's look, the one that says no woman is safe." he denied, the hard edge of his mouth softening into temptation. "
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only-you
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I'm taking a shower." Oh, God. She was killing him. Making him want to laugh out loud. Where had his sense of self-preservation gone? He didn't feel emotion-- that was far too dangerous. He shivered beneath the blankets, suddenly afraid for her. For himself. "You're still cold. I should have thought to rub you down with some warm oil. Lexi makes it and I use it sometimes when I come in from a dive. It warms you up fast. Can you roll over,..
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massage
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Your lifemate is either not born or"-- she smirked at him mischievously--" she's probably one of Gregori's daughters." He groaned and slapped his forehead with his palm. "A curse on you forever for uttering those words, for putting that thought out into the universe. Don't even think that, let alone say it aloud. Can you imagine Gregori Daratrazanoff as a father-in-law? Sheesh, Skyler, you really do want me dead."
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skyler
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Christine Feehan |
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3f93a0a
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Cullen's eyebrows shot up. "Darius? He must be the bodyguard. I'll admit the man is good, but it won't matter how good he is. They'll get you. They'll find you and kidnap you. You don't understand--these people are dead serious." She leaned forward to stare directly into his eyes so that he would know she spoke the absolute truth. "No, Cullen, you're the one who doesn't understand. They don't understand. Darius would come for me. No one cou..
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Christine Feehan |
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bf933e3
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The last child is secure. The phrase to remove him from the safety circle is Curious George likes his bike.
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paranormal-romance
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Christine Feehan |
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bc9e7f9
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Emma, I'll never be easy. I won't. I'm not going to pretend your life will be a bed of roses, but I can tell you that no man will ever need you more, or want you more, or love you more than I will.
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romance
shifter
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Christine Feehan |
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abb0a64
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them. I am Torpedo Ink. If you love me, you love the club. It's really that simple.
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Christine Feehan |
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Your family is one of the most powerful families of our people." He frowned. "Which reminds me, why don't you ever refer to Gregori as your uncle? He's a brother to Lucian and Gabriel, so technically, he is your uncle." "I guess I never thought about it. I don't know him. We're in London, and he's here in the Carpathian Mountains and he's never shown a tremendous amount of interest in me." "He's a Daratrazanoff, believe me, Sky, he's inte..
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