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| 6c3f354 | She shook her head. "You keep getting mixed up. I'm supposed to be protecting you. I'm your doctor." She lifted her head, green eyes searching his face. "You've never lived with a woman? You must have had sex." "I don't understand. Without a lifemate, Carpathians feel nothing?" Color flooded her face. "You feel desire when you're with me. I may not be experienced, but I do have medical training." His fingers tightened around hers, .. | madness beast jacques-and-shea | Christine Feehan | |
| c00385b | Beau allowed the boat to stop, so that they bobbed gently in the water. "It's funny you should ask about that particular tale. The man who gave me the tickets for your concert was very interested in that alligator. We used to come out here at night together, gathering herbs and bark, and we poked around looking for the monster. We never did find it, though." "Who gave you tickets to Savannah's show?" Gregori asked softly, already knowing t.. | nicer gregori-and-savannah | Christine Feehan | |
| 89d960a | Shocked, Raven flung back her head to listen more intently. "The wolves are talking to you! How do I know that, Mikhail? How could I possibly know such a thing?" He ruffled her hair lightly, affectionately. "You hang out with the wrong crowd." He was rewarded with a bubble of laughter. It tugged at his heart, left him open and vulnerable. "What is this?" she teased. "Lord of the manor picks up seventies slang?" He grinned at her boyishl.. | slang | Christine Feehan | |
| 8cddc9a | His hand cupped her face, his thumb caressing the delicate line of her jaw. "Listen to me, Raven." He brushed a kiss on the top of her silky head. "I know I do not deserve you. You think you are somehow less than what I am, but in truth, you are so far above me, I have no right even to reach for you." When she stirred as if to protest, Mikhail held her tighter. "No, little one, I know this is true. I see you clearly, whereas you do not hav.. | mikhail-to-raven | Christine Feehan | |
| 4f86dc4 | If I really wanted you to love me, I should have presented more of a challenge." She burrowed deeper into a pillow. "My hair is a mess." Mikhail sat on the edge of the bed, took the mass of silk in his hands, and gently began to weave the thick strands into a long, loose braid, "If you presented much more of a challenge, little one, my heart would never be able to take it." He sounded amused." | mikhail-and-raven | Christine Feehan | |
| c9ee1c4 | Just when he knew he would walk into the sun without hesitation, he had been sent an angel. A slow smile softened his mouth. His angel refused to do anything he told her. She responded far better when he thought to ask. | Christine Feehan | ||
| aa5191d | Monique whirled around and ran to her husband. "Pray with me, pray with me. We are going to die this night, Alexander." Raven shut the door and leaned against it. "Don't panic on me, Monique. We have a chance if we can stall him." Alexander glared at her, his arm protectively around his wife, his hand already swollen and sore looking. "Don't listen to her, Monique. She almost strangled me and threw me against the wall with unbelievable st.. | monique-and-alexander mikhail-and-raven | Christine Feehan | |
| 8544e46 | Raven allowed her head to fall back against his shoulder with a slight sigh. "Did you kidnap me or rescue me?" Strong white teeth gleamed at her, a predator's smile, a man's amusement. "Perhaps a little of both." | rescue-or-kidnap | Christine Feehan | |
| 28a94f5 | I feel another argument coming on." His mocking amusement might not have shown on his face, but she could feel it in her mind. Jacques simply lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder. "No way, you wild man. You aren't Tarzan. I don't like heights. Put me down." "Close your eyes. Who is Tarzan? Not another male, I hope." The wind rushed over her body, and she could feel them moving fast, so fast the world seemed to blur. She closed her.. | tarzan | Christine Feehan | |
| 8d2f77a | Sex. A good-looking intense man with black, hungry eyes, and she fell like a lovesick calf. Sex. It ruined many otherwise sane women. | sheas-thoughts | Christine Feehan | |
| f36ecbb | The amusement was soft and caressing, wrapping her up in strong arms. Suddenly she stopped and held herself perfectly still. Shea relaxed visibly. She was not squeamish about very many things, but bats were creatures that were on the earth to remain a safe distance away from her. Miles away. Bats were one of those things she could stare up at in the night sky and think how interesting and wonderful they were, as long as they stayed high .. | cave jacques-and-shea | Christine Feehan | |
| a222da7 | Why is it I always get in very inappropriate conversations with you? Sweet god in heaven, woman, you're the bane of my life | Christine Feehan | ||
| 3a8152c | I will not expose you to these men." "Give it a rest, Jacques. I mean it. We're in this thing together. I hate to brag and put you at an obvious disadvantage, but I can take more of the sun than you." His hand caressed the nape of her neck. "That doesn't mean I will allow you to be exposed to danger." Shea burst out laughing. "Just being with you is dangerous, you idiot. dangerous." She shook back her hair, her chin lifting a bit defia.. | never-win sick-sick-man jacques-and-shea haha dangerous | Christine Feehan | |
| f928c2c | Bring her back, Mikhail. Go after her. Guide her back. This is too dangerous for her. Even with my connection to her, she is trapped," Gregori said. "We are dealing with more than just any vampire. This one is skilled in the black arts and the use of herbs and power stones. I know what he has done and how he is doing it." Mikhail pulled Raven tightly against him, his black eyes hard with mental strain. Raven blinked, looked around her, see.. | mikhail-and-raven jacques-and-shea | Christine Feehan | |
| f3d0783 | Gregori did not look at him but stared out into the storm. There was an unmistakable warning note, an actual threat. In all their centuries together, such a thing had never happened. Mikhail immediately closed his mind to Raven. She could never hope to understand how Gregori felt. Without a lifemate, the healer had no choice but to eventually destroy himself or become the very epitome of evil. The vampire. The walking dead. Gregori had s.. | lifemate mikhail gregori raven | Christine Feehan | |
| 0f0eab9 | Gregori turned the full power of his magnetic silver eyes on her. "I can make the earth shake beneath your feet and bring lightning from the sky to do my bidding. I can close off your airway with a thought. I am all things from a mouse to a wolf running free. Is this not enough for you to believe?" he inquired softly." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 74413b3 | There is only one lifemate. She obviously belongs with Jacques." "We do not know that. If he were not your brother..." Byron began. A low snarl stopped him. "I see no reason for you to question my judgment in this matter, Byron. I have had more than one brother, and I have never let fraternity stand in the way of what is just or right." "It was Gregori who hunted your other brother," Byron pointed out. Mikhail turned his head slowly, bl.. | mikhail | Christine Feehan | |
| 1d85221 | The storm is not yours," Gregori stated. "Jacques has grown far more powerful than I realized. There is a darkness in him unlike any I have ever observed. He is not vampire, but he is truly dangerous. Let us go in and see if I can repair the damage." "Go carefully, Gregori," Mikhail cautioned. The silver eyes glittered, reflected the driving sheets of rain. "I am known for my careful ways, am I not?" Gregori glided through the broken door.. | mikhail gregori | Christine Feehan | |
| 453d66f | She yanked her hand away as if he had burned her, rubbing her palm along her thigh. The feeling didn't go away, and neither did the butterflies he had sent winging in her stomach. "How do you know you're not a vampire?" She needed to distract him, distract both of them. "Maybe you forgot. You're certainly capable of acting like one." This time he laughed, startling both of them. The sound was husky, low, and foreign to his ears, as if he h.. | laugh | Christine Feehan | |
| ce0bf47 | I am Gregori, Jacques." Gregori's voice was power itself, yet soft and soothing. "A healer for our people." Shea was lying across Jacques, her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed. She groaned-- a low, husky sound that added fuel to Jacques' rage. His fingers brushed the dark smudges along her swollen throat, and he turned a murderous gaze on Mikhail. "Leave us alone." Her voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and raw. She did not open her .. | axe-murderer mikhail jacques-and-shea gregori brains | Christine Feehan | |
| 69750ba | Gregori glided closer to the couple, his graceful elegance failing to conceal the rippling strength of his muscles and the power emanating from his body. He looked totally confident, relaxed, completely fearless. The soft rumbling in Jacques' throat increased; his fingers tightened possessively, crushing bones and tendon in Shea's upper arm. Gregori stopped moving immediately. "I am sorry, woman, I know you are weak, but you will have to m.. | bunny-rabbit mikhail jacques-and-shea gregori | Christine Feehan | |
| c09ba4c | Shea blinked back tears, found his wrist with trembling fingers, the lightest contact, a connection between them. "We make such a perfect pair, Jacques. At least one of us should be stable, don't you think?" He brought her hand to the warmth of his mouth. "You came for me, from thousands of miles away. You came for me." She managed a smile. "A few years late." Something eased in the vicinity of his heart. He knew there was no escape for .. | jacques-and-shea | Christine Feehan | |
| b33bb21 | Need me, Shea." His voice ached with it. "Need me the same way I need you. I would give my life for you. Live for me. Find a way to live for me. Love me that much." | love-me-that-much | Christine Feehan | |
| 0b3a50e | 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.. | take-me-into-your-soul | Christine Feehan | |
| cf537e6 | 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.. | want-you | Christine Feehan | |
| 881c8b1 | 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.. | jacques-and-shea | Christine Feehan | |
| aed1744 | 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.. | slimy-worm-thing | Christine Feehan | |
| cf61ac2 | 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.. | jacques-and-shea | Christine Feehan | |
| 59183f4 | 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.. | protect-raven the-child-must-live shea | Christine Feehan | |
| fabd72e | 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.. | the-dark-ages jacques mikhail gregori soft | Christine Feehan | |
| c915296 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7838259 | 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.. | monster | Christine Feehan | |
| 736cbd8 | 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." | Christine Feehan | ||
| ac9f6ff | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7ca0040 | 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." | jacques-and-shea | Christine Feehan | |
| 851c47e | 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.. | jacques julian | Christine Feehan | |
| c6807d2 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 25f6e16 | 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. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 3254041 | I follow someone's lead until they prove to me they aren't worth it and thin I don't. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 31d2007 | Ward | Christine Feehan | ||
| de9750a | 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. ".. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 22d3105 | 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.. | jacques-and-shea | Christine Feehan | |
| 154b563 | 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.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 98773f4 | 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." | Christine Feehan |