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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b5efde7 | 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 just can't produce girls." She grinned at Raven. "The men bring about their own destruction." | men-destruction shea raven | Christine Feehan | |
| f769cbd | Timur." She whispered his name. Knowing she shouldn't. Unable to stop herself. She waited until his blue eyes lifted to hers. "You're not a psychopath, nor are you what your father tried to shape you into. You're...extraordinary." | shifter | Christine Feehan | |
| b8a0428 | Ashe couldn't help the way her heart beat faster. Danger. Why did she find herself running right toward it all the time? What was it about adrenaline that made her such an addict? She wanted to feel this way, exhilarated, alive and not quite safe. It was playing with fire, and she knew better. | shifter | Christine Feehan | |
| 0368cff | She expelled her breath and he breathed in his name. Soft. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 61629f7 | It was as if he wore a mask and whatever went on behind it wasn't for the world --or her--to see. And she wanted to. She wanted to be that woman, the one who knew him inside and out. | shifter paranormal-romance | Christine Feehan | |
| 6d0a58a | He presented a mask of indifference to the rest of the world, but for her--and their future children-- he would be different. He would share fun and laughter. | shifter | Christine Feehan | |
| ce679c7 | Our cats are moody and vicious and if it goes wrong, we have no choice but to put it down. Humans have problems understanding that because they are doing their best to evolve to a higher plane." Ashe didn't point out that she thought it wasn't working." | shifters | Christine Feehan | |
| 9fda82e | She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn't understand how musical notes could stroke a man's skin and dance along his thighs. He didn't understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him. | shifters paranormal-romance | Christine Feehan | |
| 56cdad7 | Ashe's entire face lit up when she laughed. That laughter did something to his insides, turning him to mush, so he thought some of the ice that had frozen all emotions so many years earlier had melted and allowed her deeper. | shifters paranormal-romance | Christine Feehan | |
| 068de10 | I curl my hand around her throat so her heart beats right into my palm," Fyodor confessed as if he could read Timur's mind. "Even that isn't enough. I can hear my own heart beating right over top of hers because I'm terrified living with the idea that I could lose her"." | Christine Feehan | ||
| f513db6 | That kind of loyalty could never be bought . Fear couldn't buy that loyalty. Timur was reminded of that every time he saw the two men. They weren't related by blood, but they were brothers all the same. | shifters paranormal-romance loyalty | Christine Feehan | |
| 0a98118 | I'm not going to hurt you, Bree. I'd shoot myself in the heart before I'd do that again. | Christine Feehan | ||
| ef5f012 | Arly: Aside from the fact that you're probably on the FBI's Most Wanted list, do you have any other qualifications I might want to know about? | Christine Feehan | ||
| 5b3e5d1 | He didn't look as if he owned her, but as if she was his, cherished and treasured and beautiful to him | Christine Feehan | ||
| 94e347d | She knew, more than any other reason, it was the way Steele touched her, the way his hands moved over her and the look on his face when he stared down into her eyes that kept her tied to him. He couldn't hide that. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| 6848c08 | He needed to know she wanted to be with him. He needed to know someone loved him. He didn't believe himself worthy of love, so he had a difficult time believing she really wanted to be with him. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| 3bbe61e | Ask any of my brothers, nothing stops me. No one stops me. I got the name Steele because I'm unbending. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| d541720 | It was the worst nightmare possible for a boy like Steele. He felt responsiblity, even when he was just very little. Something in him needed to help all of us. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| de619a4 | She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| 26acddb | She had a way of giving him comfort when nothing else could. The wailing of the dead. The accusations of their eyes because he couldn't save them. She drove those dead children away from him and brought him peace. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| 8e2c9fb | They keep me from going off the deep end. Not like you do, but I have to be with them. I AM Torpedo Ink. If you love me, you love the club. It's really that simple. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| 5d57ffb | I feel it deeper than I feel anything else. So deep it's fucking terrifying. I'm never going to be good at saying the words. They get stuck in my throat. It's like if I say it out loud something bad is going to happen. I feel as if I'm cursing us. Everyone they knew we cared about died. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| d590838 | Ice, you're an idiot. You already nearly lost Anya for Reaper, don't even try to advise Steele | Christine Feehan | ||
| b6e3fce | We're all family. Family takes care of family no matter how bad it is or what the cost to us personally is [...]That's what we do. We're Torpedo Ink and that IS Torpedo Ink. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| a9490ce | It had been Ink who had drawn out the original tree that represented Czar in their colors. That sturdy trunk with many roots. The seventeen branches represented the survivors. In the original drawing there had been eighteen branches. The crowd were the children they had tried to save--Steele has tried to save. The skulls rolling in the roots represented the men and women they had killed in order to survive--or the ones they killed to exact .. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| 3987417 | Steele felt the weight of that sacred ink on his back. It was there for a reason, to remind all of them they were stronger together. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| e8365ee | Breezy had learned, practically from birth, to let things go. If they weren't big and didn't threaten to swallow her whole, she dismissed them from her mind. If she really needed to deal with something, she thought about it carefully, formulated a plan and then carried it out. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| d4c0e57 | I would charge he'll with a bucket of water to get you back. I'd fuckin' search hell for you, Breezy. Dont ever think you can exchange your life for mine, because it isn't going to happen. I wouldn't let it happen. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| cdb0b67 | Breezy laughed and the sound went through him the way it often did, lighting his world. She sounded bright and happy and she shed that light on him. She took him right out of the violence, the blood and death and vile world he lived in to draw into the sunshine with her. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| d475404 | They'd always kept eyes on one another. Always. It was Czar's rule. Their rule. Their code. Their promise to one another. It was how they survived. But he hadn't. He'd taken his eyes off Demyan and he'd died in the worst possible way. | romance torpedo-ink-series | Christine Feehan | |
| 9f18a39 | Have you learned nothing of mortals over the centuries? They fear and loathe what they do not understand. They destroy each other using anything for an excuse. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 29749a8 | Hot. Tight. Wet. Perfect. He knew what paradise was, right there in his woman's mouth. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 370383f | It burst out of him. Crude. But still. He couldn't think with his blood thundering in his ears and roaring through his shaft. Her hands were doing wicked, sinful things | Christine Feehan | ||
| 88640fc | Desire tightened his thigh muscles, drew up his balls and danced in his belly. He held her head | Christine Feehan | ||
| 637ef50 | He was a Rider. A shadow rider. It was who he was. What he was. A rider no choice but to do what he'd been trained for from the age of two -- even before that. It was in his bones, in his blood, he couldn't live without it. He dispensed justice to those the law couldn't touch. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 8b01e35 | he's seen too much violence, too many terrible things, and it's pulled him deeper and deeper into darkness. When I'm close to him I can feel that. He stands like a guardian in front of some evil, malevolent gate and holds monsters at bay so the rest of us can go about our lives and never know we were even threatened. | Christine Feehan | ||
| f4b1115 | I will rule you, Ashe," he admitted. "I'll tell you what to do and you'll give me that snippy look you have and tell me what to do." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 713251a | It was always you, Blythe. From the moment I met you, it was always you. I brought my family home so you can work your magic on them. They need you. I need you. It's time you let me back in. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 779237e | Blythe. I want to come home. It's time. It's way past time. I need to come home. Let me come home, baby. I swear if you do, I'll spend the rest of my life loving you better than anyone else ever could. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0ea9121 | Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?" "I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?" He was grinning openly at her. "You're proposing to me with a carload of assassins approaching?" | Christine Feehan | ||
| 91e7485 | Your are? he demanded....................I'm in the women's bathroom, which is supposed to be private to women | Christine Feehan | ||
| b187a9e | his | Christine Feehan | ||
| d0b10cd | Evangeline lifted her gaze to his. At once she felt herself drowning. Caught. Captive. There was no looking away from either the man or the leopard. Both stared back at her, wholly focused on her. A shiver went down her spine. In that moment she couldn't decide if she was prey or under his protection. Maybe both. She wanted to be both. | shifter | Christine Feehan | |
| 390deba | Your woman knows how to deal with trauma?" Absinthe prompted. His woman walked on water." | Christine Feehan |