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His lips moved to her chin, the corner of her lips. His voice was husky, aching. "Want me enough, Shea. Want me with more than just your body. Let me into your heart." His mouth fastened on hers, not gently but wildly, hungrily. The hunger was in his eyes when he raised his head to look down at her. "Open your mind to me. Want me there, as you want me in your body. Want me coming to you wild with a need only you can satisfy. Take me into yo..
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Do you want me, Shea?" This time his voice was hesitant, as if for all his strength, for all his power, one word from her would bring him crashing down. He was kneeling at her feet, his beloved face-- so ravaged by torment, so beautifully male, so sensually Carpathian-- staring up at her. He was lost without her; it was there for her to see. Raw. Stark. His total vulnerability. For just one moment the wind seemed to cease, and the storm hel..
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want-you
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Very gently Jacques lowered her feet to the ground, retaining possession of her waist to help her trembling legs hold her up. Shea raised a hand to push back her rain-slick hair. He caught her fingers and raised her palm to his mouth. "You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen." She smiled, shook her head at him. "You're crazy, you know that? This is one of the most magnificent lightning storms I've ever seen, and I didn't even not..
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Holding each other, the rain cooling their bodies, they laughed like children. "I expected steam this time," Jacques said, crushing her to him. "Can you do that?" Shea fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest. "Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam?" He grinned boyishly down at her, for the first time so carefree that he forgot for a moment the torment he had suffere..
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Hunted what?" Shea held her breath, afraid of what he might say. "Beautiful women, little one, and I was the one who found you after all." His white teeth gleamed at her, a definite leer. "Don't put me off like that." She had already taken advantage, sliding easily into his mind and picking out the pictures of danger and revulsion. Fear even. Not so much of their adversary, but of themselves turning into the very thing they sought to dest..
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Gregori's silver eyes moved over both women, then settled on Shea. "The child must be protected. It is no use appealing to Raven for logic, as she has none, and Mikhail is so besotted with her that he does not see his first duty, so it is up to you. For the sake of all of us, you must protect this child. Do you understand?" Shea felt ensnared by those molten eyes. She might not fully comprehend his reasons, but she felt his genuine urgency..
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the-child-must-live
shea
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Gregori," Mikhail reminded him softly, "if the child is your lifemate, and you do something careless, you are condemning her to death. Keep that in mind when you enter this place of madness." Gregori's silver eyes slashed at his old friend. "Do you think I would chance harming her in any way? I have waited several lifetimes for her. These humans are nothing. They have persecuted our people for far too long. I mean it to stop." Mikhail nod..
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mikhail
gregori
soft
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In the chamber below the earth, Gregori roused himself several times, always on guard, always aware, asleep or awake, of those around him and the region surrounding them. In his mind he sought the child. She was brave and intelligent, a warm, living creature shedding a glow of light into his unrelenting darkness. His silver eyes pierced the veil of sleep to stare up at the dirt above his head. He was so close to turning, far closer than eit..
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Jacques." She hesitated, wanting to touch him, needing to touch him, but afraid of being lost in the sexual lure she couldn't seem to resist. "How do I know if I'm the one thinking for myself when you're always with me, always sharing my mind?" "You will have to figure that out for yourself, Shea." His black eyes moved lovingly over her face. "You know me better than anyone, and I have never tried to hide anything from you. If you brand me..
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monster
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You have a family," Mikhail said gently. "I am your family. Raven is your family. Our child will be, and of course you have Jacques. Someday you will have children." He sent a slight grin in Gregori's direction. "You can even claim the healer as family. We do, although he dislikes it intensely."
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Jacques lifted his head, his thumb trailing over her lip, her throat, to the tip of her right breast. "These caves are deep and go on for miles. It is easy to get lost and simply disappear. Few humans come near this place. It has a reputation of 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 i..
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His palm cupped her face, moved lovingly to her slender neck, his thumb feathering over her soft skin. He ached with love for her. "I promise to be careful." "Really careful," she insisted. He found the hard edges of his mouth turning up. "Really careful," he clarified."
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An unusually large, rare, golden wolf trotted out of the timberline, circled the area warily, and sat down on its haunches only feet from Jacques. It watched him steadily with its strange golden eyes, completely unafraid. It seemed not to be affected by the fire, the lightning, or the Carpathian male. Jacques watched the animal equally intently, certain he was facing more than a wolf. The creature did not make an attempt to use the common m..
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julian
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Jacques' arms tightened possessively. His mouth was hungry against hers, needing to feed on her sweetness, her purity, to wipe out the remnants of the lingering demon. Her body was plaint and welcoming, her mouth as hungry as his. He flung his clothes in every direction and moved to gather her even closer. He felt her shift her weight, felt them both teeter, and then they were tumbling into the pool beneath them. Locked together, they went..
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And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they could also give you everything.
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I follow someone's lead until they prove to me they aren't worth it and thin I don't.
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You smell different, Jacques." Shea inhaled his scent sharply, pulled back so she could look into his eyes. "Why do you smell different?" He laughed softly. "It is not a woman, red hair. Why are you so suspicious? I met another one such as myself in the forest. I was in need, and he offered his aid." "And you took it?" She was astonished. Jacques had certainly come a long way from the wary, dark, dangerous man she had first encountered. "..
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Shea reached up to trail her fingertips over his neck. The massage was suggestive and reassuring at the same time. He reacted by crushing her to him, his mouth hard and dominating as he captured hers. He kissed her possessively, his body as demanding as his mouth. "I need you right now, Shea. My body is going up in flames, and I hurt like hell. We have to be alone soon or I might die." Her laughter was muffled against his chest. "No one ha..
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He knows we will hunt him now. He will try to run." Gregori shook his head. "No, he has worked too hard for revenge. This is hatred, Mikhail. He lives to kill, and we are the ones he must seek. He will stay here and continue to try to lure Shea to him." "You will warn Jacques." "There is no need. Jacques knows. He will keep Shea close to him. Jacques is dangerous, Mikhail. You persist in thinking him the younger brother you need to prote..
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You can't see yourself biting someone's neck, is that it?" Raven laughed softly. "I can't do it either. Yuck. Well..." She blushed, a faint pink stain spreading across her creamy skin. "Mikhail has a way of making it..." She trailed off. Shea found herself blushing, too. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Jacques seems to have that same way about him."
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Gregori was the one who came up with the idea about human psychic women, and I'm certain he's right. You and your mother support his theory. He also thinks there's something in the Carpathian woman's chemistry that makes it nearly impossible for the female chromosome to beat out the male." "Wouldn't you know he'd think it was the woman," Shea sniffed contemptuously. "More than likely the men determine the sex, just like in humans, and they..
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Raven's blue eyes were steady on Gregori. "If you wish to examine me to determine the sex of the child, you may do so." Her chin lifted. "But as you wish me to accept you for yourself, for your predatory nature, you must accept me as I am. My heart and soul may be Carpathian, but my mind is human. I will not be put on a shelf somewhere because you or my husband deems it necessary. Human women moved out of the dark ages a long time ago. My p..
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shea
raven
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You don't know for sure if I'm pregnant." "Do not play games, Raven. Sometimes your rebellious ways grow tedious. I know you are with child. You cannot hide such a thing from me. Mikhail knows it to be true, and he knows he cannot allow your dangerous involvement in this mission to continue with you in such a condition." Raven flung out her ebony hair. "No one allows me to do anything. I decide. I was born and raised human, Gregori," she ..
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He buried his face in her neck and held her in his arms, absorbing the form the shape of her, the miracle of her. It had been so long since he held her, loved her, taken all that she was and given her everything he was. "I missed you." It was a ridiculous declaration. "Missed her" didn't begin to cover at all how he felt."
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romance
shifters
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I'm in love with you Ashe. I'm not offering you a lot in the way of white picket fences and social status, but I can tell you that I'll love you with every breath I take.
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I'm not just a brain to you. I'm a person.
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romance
fantasy
paranormal
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The healer is right, you know. This is far too dangerous to allow you to do. I do not know what I was thinking." "The healer can mind his own business." Shea sent Jacques a haughty, over-the-shoulder glare. "The healer may be an intelligent miracle-worker, but he does not know the first thing about women. Don't make the mistake of listening to him in that particular department. Even with your memory lost, you know far more than that idiot...
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Feed, Jacques. I offer my life freely to you as you have so many times done for me." Mikhail slashed his wrist and held it out to his brother. The moment the richness spilled into his mouth, the taste and surge of power brought a rush of fragments of memories. Mikhail laughing, pushing Jacques from a tree branch playfully. Mikhail's body crouched low, protectively, in front of his as a vampire with brown-stained teeth began to grow long, d..
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He knew she was his lifemate when she was just a child, and he had given her time. Space. Unconditional love. He never demanded anything of her. He never told her how difficult it was for him-- that she was his salvation-- just out of his reach. He had always been there for her, in the middle of the night, when her violent past was too close and she couldn't sleep, when nightmares haunted her to the point she couldn't breathe. He was there,..
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No one, not even Mikhail Dubrinsky, the prince of the Carpathian people, would be able to stop a war if the Lycans harmed her.
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Her lips brushed his chin, feathered along his jaw, then nibbled enticingly at the edge of his mouth. "I think you should be locked up. You're positively lethal to women." "Not to women, only to you." Gregori stopped her teasing mouth with his own, taking possession despite the fact that the boat was almost alongside them. He was helpless in the web of her spell. She was magic, beauty, fascination." --
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Sensations were completely different. Like the night she had run free as the wolf, Savannah now had the senses of a bird of prey. Her vision was sharp and clear, her eyes enormously wide. She spread her wings experimentally, then flapped them in the light drizzle. They were much bigger than she had anticipated. It delighted her, and she flapped them harder so she could create a wind, causing waves in the water standing in the patio. Grego..
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love
spoilsport
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The storm is passing over us. Do you want to go to the bayou this night?" he asked softly, separating her hair deftly and beginning to weave it into a thick braid. She loved the feel of his hands in her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp, tugging so gently on the thick length of braid. She reached up to place a palm over her bare shoulder, the exact spot where his lips had touched her. "I would love to go to the bayou with you." He smi..
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heart
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She didn't want to go up to him and find him dead. She'd found enough dead people, their bodies soaking in bright red blood. Who knew there was do much blood in the human body? Or that it could be so sticky and get everywhere?
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k
paranormal-romance
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I want to marry Gino," Zara admitted. "I'm crazy in love with him. I can't stand it when he isn't close to me, but I don't know the first thing about relationships, being a wife, making him a home and making him happy."
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romance
fantasy
paranormal
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4731a5c
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Grief does strange things to people.
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He sensed the return of her restlessness. "What is it?" "Let's do something, Gregori. Something that has nothing to do with the hunt. Something different. Something touristy." "The streets are flooded tonight," he pointed out. She shrugged. "I know. I was just looking at some pamphlets earlier, on all the tourist attractions here," Savannah said nonchalantly. Gregori looked up alertly at the carefully calculated disinterest in her voice..
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wizened
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Gregori went to her because he had to; he had no other choice. Nothing, no obstacle could have prevented him from getting to her side. His arm snaked out and dragged her to him, his mouth meeting hers with the ferocious intensity of the storm. He couldn't find the words, had no words to give her, only this, his fierce need to show her what she was to him. What she gave to him. Life. Everything.
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Savannah shook her head and banged it against the heavy muscles of his chest. "I hate this, Gregori. I feel so useless. I feel like I'm endangering you. We are lifemates. I asked you to meet me halfway in my world, and you've done it. You've done everything I've asked of you. What have I done to live in your world with you?" Gregori bent his dark head to the slim white column of her neck. "You are my world, , my very existence. You are wh..
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Tell me what you want me to do," Gary said almost eagerly. He was sick of bullies pushing him around. "You are going to walk in by yourself and fish for as much information as you can get before they try to kill you," Gregori answered. " . I hope that's the operative word," Gary said nervously. " to kill me." "You will not have to worry about yourself," Gregori informed him, his voice utterly confident. "But it is necessary that the pol..
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good-in-a-fight
rambo
gregori-and-savannah
reputation
poison
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Shea took her time braiding her hair, fussing over her blue jeans, adjusting her ribbed cotton shirt, allowing her mind time to cope with the new knowledge. It was frightening yet fascinating. She wished she had observed it in someone other than herself. It was hard to accept it clinically when it was her own body she was studying. She nearly dropped her brush. Just the low velvet touch of his voice sent heat curling through her body. ..
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A block from his hotel, Gary cleared his throat. "I thought you said going back to my room might be dangerous." "Life is dangerous, Gary," Gregori said softly. "You are , remember?" Savannah's laughter rang out, rivaling the jazz quartet playing on the corner. Heads turned to listen to her, then to watch her, stealing away the attention of the audience gathered in a loose semi-circle around the quartet. She moved in the human world, comp..
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old-showing
rambo
gregori-and-savannah
hero
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Christine Feehan |
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eb04bae
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Gary was looking from one to the other in alarm. "What is it?" "Remain calm. Savannah is very sensitive to evil. She can feel it, and I can touch it through her, but I cannot detect it within the room myself." "Are we in danger?" Gary found the idea more exciting than frightening. He was looking forward to action. . Savannah and Gregori exchanged a sudden smile. "Gary." Savannah couldn't help herself. "You've seen too many movies."
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rambo-style
too-many-movies
gregori-and-savannah
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