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| ad676f5 | I am not in the habit of explaining myself. I have made a concession to you in doing so. Choose now how you will proceed." she answered in the only way he allowed her to communicate. He bent over her, a dark, imposing figure exuding power. His silver eyes glittered at her. "Hear me, Savannah. If you believe nothing else about me, believe this. You belong to me, with me. No one will ever attempt to take you from me and live.No one." His vo.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 5685382 | I heard a few men in a restaurant talking about a bayou legend," Savannah said suddenly.She leaned ont he side of the boat,presenting him with an intriguing view of her tight jeans. They clung lovingly to every curve. Gregori moved, a flowing of his body, gliding silently, and his large frame was blanketing Savannah's, blocking out the captain's enticing view.Gregori leaned into her,his arms coming down on either side of the railing to impr.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 5bde673 | Hey,Gary," Savannah said, "do you want to go on a vampire hunt?" Greogri swung around to pin her with his brilliant silver gaze. He used the beauty of his voice like the weapon it was, compelling and mesmerizing. Savannah blinked, then smiled sweetly up at him. "Really,Gary. I saw it one of those tour brochures. Isn't that the perfect place to look for those society types? They must hang out around those kinds of things?" "A vampire hunt?.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| ba9da4d | Women were different. They no longer were satisfied having a man care for them. He has no idea to do with a modern women. Contemplating his demise seemed much wiser than trying to understand the reasoning of a present-day woman. | carpathian paranormal-romance | Christine Feehan | |
| 5e571ef | Wariness crept into her eyes, into her expression. Her tongue touched her bottom lip, that full bottom lip he wanted to bite. He dreamt of biting it. Now it was going to happen | Christine Feehan | ||
| 31d48e0 | Your leader has found his lifemate, Dayan," Julian said happily, "and is clueless, totally clueless, about how to deal with her. Finding your lifemate leaves you feeling as if someone punched you in the gut and stole your sanity. Your Darius is used to having his way in all things, simply commanding whatever he deems correct. But now I suspect he is in for the shock he so richly deserves." "He will simply force his will upon Tempest," Dayan.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8d9ca6d | He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8daebd4 | No, baby"--he leaned close again--"I'm threatening to lock you in a house with our son until you come to your senses. I told you, he isn't going to be raised with one parent." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8d8f62a | These are men like us with nowhere to go. They need what we have to survive. A brotherhood. A family. They need a leader. They need Torpedo Ink. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7cb3527 | What kind of spell did I put over you?" he asked gently, his voice that pure, mesmerizing, hypnotic cadence she couldn't seem to resist. "How should I know?" she asked petulantly. "For all I know, you studied with Merlin." She regarded him with suspicion. "You didn't, did you?" "Actually, honey, he was my apprentice," he said. She put both hands over her ears," | Christine Feehan | ||
| 4e8cf16 | Steele had found that once one had a glimpse of what life could be like when it was good, he couldn't go back to dark, ugly days and nights. He existed before Breezy. [...] He hadn't been alive. Breezy had changed all that. | romance torpedo-ink | Christine Feehan | |
| 495ca99 | Control is an illusion, Steele. I learned that a long time ago. It doesn't matter who appears to have it. We really only can control ourselves. We have choices. You were my choice. | romance torpedo-ink | Christine Feehan | |
| 783a2e6 | One of my favorite passage/quotes from "Leopard's Blood: "Baby, I know trust is difficult to give, I understand why. I do. You're safe with me. I'm that man for you, the one that will do anything for you." Joshua to Sonia, p. 238" | Christine Feehan | ||
| fe7a981 | She was nothing. She'd thought he was her world, and all the while, he'd been plotting to take down her family's club. She'd loved him. He'd used her and then thrown her away, shattering every dream, every hope she'd ever had. | romance torpedo-ink | Christine Feehan | |
| 61539ca | He'd been the one to end things, and it had been ugly. Really ugly. Deliberately ugly. He'd said things to drive her away--and she'd gone. She'd managed to take pieces of him with her. She'd stolen those pieces from him, and he'd known when she'd left, he wasn't going to get them back. | romance torpedo-ink | Christine Feehan | |
| 3e79122 | He'd been angry. He'd been afraid for her. He'd been shocked that just by being with her, he'd become everything he most despised in the world-- a predator. | romance torpedo-ink | Christine Feehan | |
| b99c8c2 | It won't work that way. You know me, Bree. You 'know' me. I might have misled things at the club. But I gave you the real man. I don't back away from a fight and I win. | romance torpedo-ink | Christine Feehan | |
| 8e1a380 | Steele knew Breezy wasn't going to be won over easily, but as far as he was concerned, there was no other choice. He 'had' to win her over for his own self-preservation. | romance torpedo-ink | Christine Feehan | |
| 4273634 | He was beginning to fall for her hard. It had nothing to do with her looks, and everything to do with her intellect and brightness. | Christine Feehan | ||
| dd1020d | She laughed easily, that was one of the things he remembered most. Her laughter. The sound of it. The way she turned everything bad into something good. | romance torpedo-ink | Christine Feehan | |
| 6bae15c | he whispered into her mind. | Christine Feehan | ||
| cd5ab46 | There was always a trail, skin cells, a scent, thermal imaging, parts left behind that the riders called prints. Sometimes those proved helpful when tracking an individual, especially if they were fresh. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 1b3dffa | She probably should have been afraid of him, but he brought her such a sense of well-being that fearing him was impossible. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| eeea79c | His smile was warm, impossible to ignore, and did something to her insides, making her feel happy. Happiness wasn't something she was used to feeling and it shocked her a little. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 264fd05 | I love everything about you. I told myself that was what it was. All those parts, separately that I loved them. I watch you. I'm inside your mind. I see who you are. I've decided it isn't about loving everything about you. It's simply about loving you. | paranormal romance science-fiction | Christine Feehan | |
| df1a3a0 | Darius glided toward Tempest in his silent, intimidating way. "You are going to bed now, honey. I will not listen to any arguments." Tempest was already lying down. "Does anyone else besides me ever get the urge to throw things at you?" She sounded drowsy, not combative. Darius hunkered down beside her so he was at eye level with her. "I do not think so. If they do, they do not have the audacity to tell me." "Well, I think throwing somethin.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 6180552 | We're celebrating tonight," Ricco said, raising his glass. "To our Francesca. May she be followed by the right ones in a very timely manner." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| f97c3c0 | I don't want the world, Draden. I just want you. Here. Now. Whatever we've got in the time we have left. | Christine Feehan | ||
| e02ba46 | Already he knew she was the one he wanted, and it had nothing to do with their shadows coming together. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 9c53904 | He didn't want to take over her life, he wanted her to surrender it to him. Invading her privacy was far different than her volunteering to tell him what was going on in her life. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 25aef7d | He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn't imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility. | paranormal romance science-fiction | Christine Feehan | |
| f4ba11d | I don't mind you in my head. I refuse to be embarrassed for thinking the truth. You have to know how good-looking you are. Fortunately for you, you seem to have brains and humor to go with your looks. | paranormal romance science-fiction | Christine Feehan | |
| b0fe570 | He was either right or wrong. Worrying didn't make it any better. She let herself drift off with the scent of him in her lungs, with the knowledge that she was loved in her head and heart. | paranormal romance science-fiction | Christine Feehan | |
| 9036c9d | Kissing is so amazing," she admitted, settling into his arms again. "I think I could get addicted to it quite easily." "I am already addicted to kissing you," he said, his tone low. "So let's clarify, just in case we run into one of those not so nice things about my character. Kissing is amazing. It would be very deadly for anyone else." | Christine Feehan | ||
| e844e4b | You know me, gattina, you're just conditioned to think you can't trust anyone. He did that to you. Don't let him interfere with us. You have the right to live your life, Grace. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| df5f9b1 | Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, | Charlaine Harris | ||
| 0ae2d35 | Security was now a thing of the past though it took a conscious effort to remember it; with no enemy in all the world there was little but the force of habit in it. | Nevil Shute | ||
| ba3aec5 | Men' s souls are naturally inclined to covetousness; but if ye be kind towards women and fear to wrong tgem, God is well acquainted with what ye do. | Nevil Shute | ||
| 53e8e10 | You can only do a thing for the first time once, and that goes for falling in love. | Nevil Shute | ||
| a80542f | Wherever they went and wherever they slept, the east wind whistled in the reeds, and the geese went over high in the starlight, honking at the stars. | T.H. White | ||
| 94404d1 | The author says people are guilty of "wrecking the present because the future was bound to be a wreck." | pessimism sin | T.H. White | |
| 9a8dde4 | For in those days love was ruled by a different convention to ours. In those days it was chivalrous, adult, long, religious, almost platonic. It was not a matter about which you could make accusations lightly. It was not, as we take it to be nowadays, begun and ended in a long week-end. | T.H. White | ||
| 344ebfd | The plain of Bedegraine was a forest of pavilions. They looked like old-fashioned bathing tents, and were every colour of the rainbow. ... There were heraldic devices worked or stamped on the sides ... Then there were pennons floating from the tops of the tents, and sheaves of spears leaning against them. The more sporting barons had shields or huge copper basins outside their front doors, and all you had to do was to give a thump on one of.. | chivalry humour knights | T.H. White | |
| 1e721b3 | My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing's presence in the next room. My father dreamed of blood. It was the vividness of the dreams that was impressive, their minute detail and horrible reality. The blood came through the keyhole of a locked door which communicated with the next room. I suppose the two rooms had original.. | dream keyhole troll | T.H. White |