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ae88da8
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Nicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.
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I should have known you'd side with them. It's some sort of of male bonding thing to think women aren't capable of running their own lives." He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. "It's ego and sheer desperation. We have to keep you thinking we're the superior species." "News flash, Jack - no women on the face of earth believes that anymore." He trailed kisses down her cheek. "But men don't know women know that. We still live in our ..
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King-sized? It would take up all my space. I need wide-open spaces." She glanced at Kane for help, but he was rolling around on a matress and moaning in a loud, orgasmic manner. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh."
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Christine Feehan |
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525bc70
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Jesse, we can't do this." "Sure we can, honey. It's the perfect night for it. You're a woman, I'm a man. Those little twinkling things overhead are stars. I believe it's referred to as romance."
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Christine Feehan |
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8049059
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Before Elle had come into his life, he didn't even know what tea was. Now it was a staple. Worse, he actually knew the differences in teas.
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Christine Feehan |
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You can't be anything but who you are. I wouldn't love you the same if you stopped being you. How do I change enough to accept that ruthless streak in you.
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change
love
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f2e2230
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Wanting his mind on other matters, she deliiberately challenged his statement. "You don't know so much about me. There was a man once. He was crazy about me." She tried to look wordly. "Absolutely crazy for me." His answering laughter was warm against her neck, her throat. His lips touched the skin over her pulse and skimmed lightly up to her ear. "Are you, by any chance, referring to that foppish boy with the orange hair and spiked collar?..
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Speaking of the sick, twisted freak, have you caught sight of the bastard?" Jack gave a short, expressive snort. "Um, that would be a negative. I've never actually seen Sean." "I sent you an image." "Tails and horns aren't exactly the real deal, ken. You gave me a picture of the devil."
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Christine Feehan |
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That be the jealousy talking," Gator said, in no way perturbed. "I can't help the way the women love me. I was born with the gift." The men hooted and made rude noises. "You were born with a gift of bullshitting." Sam pointed out, "but that's about it." He looked at Dahlia. "Pardon me, ma'am, but its the truth." "I rather thought it was," she agreed."
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Christine Feehan |
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2e71063
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Here's to many more firsts and many more great memories.
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memory
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Christine Feehan |
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57840ee
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He worked at stealing her heart to replace the one she'd taken from him.
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Christine Feehan |
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After Nicholas tells Dahlia that he loves her) "...Just don't break my heart my heart, Dahlia. I've never handed it over to anyone before." She placed both hands over his. "I've never had anyone's heart. I don't know the first thing about keeping hearts. You're taking a terrible risk." "That's what I do best." ... "Are you feeling relaxed now?" ... "I was until you started throwing around the L-word. That's enough to scare anyone."
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I'm not going to say I can at least collect DNA samples," he muttered, "because every time I open my mouth, the evidence disappears." With a little sigh, he watched te droplets of blood absorb into the wood and the window reform. "I have to tell you, I've seen some freaky shit around you girls, but nothing like this. I have just one question. Have you told your fiancees about this? Because quiet frankly it scares the hell out of me." "You n..
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Christine Feehan |
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God. He was beautiful. A beautiful, troubled man forged by the fires of hell, ravaged by monsters.
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paranormal-romance
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Christine Feehan |
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He kissed her with everything he was. Man. Beast. Killer. Biker. Hers. Every cell in his body belonged to her.
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paranormal-romance
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Christine Feehan |
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c62e819
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The call was loud, a flood of fear and confusion, an impression of strangling, of darkness and pain. She smiled at the demand in his voice; her heart somersaulted at the raw truth in his voice. He never tried to hide anything from her, not even his elemental fear of her leaving him to face the darkness alone. She sent it tenderly. He was more relaxed now, beating back his fear of isolation.
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They're spreading out. Look unaware and sweet and innocent. It's a little hard to look innocent when I'm as big as a house.
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pregnancy
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Christine Feehan |
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b74c5ac
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It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose.
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refuse
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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.
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You learned several forms of martial arts." "yes, and for the most part, because I was doing something physical and most of my instructors enjoyed what they were doing, it was fun. Later, as I got older and they were serious about training me, I was faster than the instructors, and some of them would get angry." "Honey, that's entirely understandable. You're barely five feet tall, and you can't weigh a hundred pounds. To make matters worse,..
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Christine Feehan |
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1d392f9
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When Jackson used that particular tone of voice, men died, pure and simple.
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tone
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6770189
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You're my life, Elle. When we have our children, they'll be included in that circle and I'm not a man to lose everything. I want you as safe as possible." "So you don't think three protection dogs, a room filled with weapons, a panic room and house that eats people isn't just a little overkill?"
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house
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You know, my love, you are not responsible for my happiness, or even my health. I've had a choice every step of the way, from our very first meeting. I chose you. Clearly, in my heart and in my head, I chose you. If I had it to do all over again, even knowing what I would have to go through, I would choose you without hesitation.
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She thumped him again. He looked startled, then caught her flying fist in his hand and gently pried her fingers open. Very carefully he pressed a kiss into the exact center of her palm. 'Savannah? Were you trying to hit me?' 'I didn't hit you--twice, you scum. You didn't even notice the first time.' She sounded very irritated with him. For some reason it made him want to smile. 'I apologize, mon amour. Next time, I promise I will notice whe..
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So they wanted to take Tansy to a different doctor and her husband refused", Ryland said. "I wonder why he would do that." He frowned and leanede close to Kadan, sniffing. "Cinnamon?" "Shut the hell up", Kadan said and pushed past him. Ryland took another whiff and gave a low whistle."You smeel yummy. I'm getting hungry. Maybe cinnamon buns". Kadan flipped him off rudely. Nico stood waiting by the front door. As always he was their backup. ..
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humor
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Christine Feehan |
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805e1f7
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If you allowed yourself to hear or feel amusement, you would hear and feel pain.
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pain
hear
laugh
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Christine Feehan |
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7a46318
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But I'm not any better at relationships than you are. We'll find our way together, even if we're fumbling around in the dark for a while.
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Christine Feehan |
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Are you going to win every argument?" He was pretty certain he'd asked her that once before. May be twice. "Only the important ones."
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Christine Feehan |
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Francesca took a navy blue sheath from a hanger and held it up. "This is darling, Gabriel. Don't you love it? You're right, I think we need to concentrate on much more feminine articles of clothing." He reached around her and fingered the soft material. "Where is the rest of it?" He was very serious, his dark eyes searching her face for signs she was teasing."
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funny
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1c4e897
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I told myself one night would be enough and I'd walk. Maybe I could have then, but I was fooling myself. I'm halfway in love with you and you're pulling me in deeper.
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paranormal-romance
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Christine Feehan |
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6e0812b
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Do you see, Solange, that you are the only woman in my world? The one woman who can choose life or death for me. You are the center of my world and you always will be. When I tell you that your pleasure is mine, I mean that literally
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Christine Feehan |
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Listen, Sebastian," he whispered. "That beautiful sound belongs to us for the rest for our lives. That's your mother. She's sunshine. No matter what happens in our lives, we have that."
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Christine Feehan |
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7e7c35e
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The house is made up of the spirits of our ancestors. Did you think they would lie idly by while we were under attack?" 'Cuz, yeah, didn't everybody's ancestors rise up and destroy enemies."
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Christine Feehan |
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5d7dde1
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The true power lies with you.
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dark-curse
nicolas
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None of this...none of this...whatever you call this." She waved her hand to encompass everything. Kissing. Taking her blood. Seducing her. Ordering her around. Setting perimeters. All of it. His black gaze never left her face. His eyes as still as those of a leopard scenting prey. Avid. Burning. Intense. He took her breath away with his eyes. Hypnotized her. Cast a spell over her. Tempest pulled her gaze from his, from the seductive, black..
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Christine Feehan |
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ffbba05
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Mikhail scoffed.
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Christine Feehan |
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36cc442
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It's Mari, Jack," Ken whispered, needing to say it aloud. "What?" Jack jerked around, staring at the sniper as the eyes fluttered closed. "Are you certain?" Ken pulled the woman's belt loose and buckled it around her leg. "Either that or your wife is playing sniper for the other team. It has to be Mari. She looks exactly like Briony."
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Christine Feehan |
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77ce045
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You missed him," she said. Somehow it didn't seem possible. He was so sure of himself, almost invincible in his manner. "I hit what I was aiming at," he answered quietly. "We have to keep moving. I'm hoping I slowed them down, but we can't count on it." He forced the oars through the water with his powerful arms and the boat shot through the channel toward open water. "I didn't feel anything." His gaze brushed her face, an odd little caress..
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d874e79
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There's no room for him in your head, Elle. I'm there. I'll always be there and if he tries to come in I'll drive him out until you're strong enough to do it yourself. And there was never room for him in your heart because I was already there. He couldn't touch your soul. It belongs to you and no one else unless you decide to share.
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Christine Feehan |
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ea0c26a
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Discretion is the better part of valor
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Christine Feehan |
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And do not try to be so brave. I am your lifemate.You cannot hide from me something as powerful as fear." "Trepidation," she corrected, nibbling at the pad of his thumb. "Is there a difference?" His pale eyes had warmed to molten mercury. Just that fast, her body ent liquid in answer. "You know very well there is." She laughed again, and the sound traveled down from his heart to pool in his groin, a heavy,familiar ache. "Slight, perhaps, bu..
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Christine Feehan |
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3d4621b
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She was crawling out from under the huge tour bus when he first caught sight of her. She was small, like a child.
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darius
dark-fire
tempest
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Christine Feehan |
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eb9996f
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but you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person.
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doors
person
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Christine Feehan |
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a160bdc
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Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meditate when you're murdering someone
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Christine Feehan |