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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 26b5efb | Mine." He nearly spat the word. Telling her. Wanting that word branded into her bones. Wanting his name carved deep into her soul. She. Was. 'His'. His everything." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 61aec43 | You're kind of a caveman, sometimes, Stefano. But it's sexy. Really, really sexy. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 20d0cfa | She looked desperate. He felt that way. He wasn't about to be separated from her. "No matter what, I'll be with you," he promised." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| be45fe5 | You make me feel alive, Grace. Every cell in my body wakes up around you. My heart. Who knew it was even possible? | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| a772d57 | Don't talk, Grace. Save your strength. I've got this. All you have to do is stay alive for me. I'll take care of everything else. Will you do that for me? Just stay alive." Her nod was nearly imperceptible, but it was there." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 20010cc | It was just her luck to be in the worst possible circumstances when she met the hottest man in the entire world. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| ccb2235 | I want you to be mine completely. I need you to give yourself to me the way you kiss me. More importantly, I need to be your man. The one who shelters you, protects you, gives you everything. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| c04b714 | Someone to care about him. Someone to be his center. Someone to make him feel alive and passionate about living. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| e1d8b82 | His voice. It was beautiful. Low. Soothing, yet the same time, there was absolute command, as if he ruled the world and knew it. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| bdc3eb9 | She was the one. His only. He knew it with every fiber of his being. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 4c91e82 | How could she not answer him more fully when he was looking at her so directly? When the deep, commanding way he said her name made her feel that if she didn't tell him the truth, he would be disappointed. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 5bd51f9 | It was as if the very shadows connected them and she could feel his emotions. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| a1099ba | There's an old saying about curls and being bad. He groaned, bringing her hand to his mouth before settling into the driver's seat. Grand-mere used to quote that to me. I don't have curls. I have waves. Wavy hair is much manlier. | Christine Feehan | ||
| b988f1a | Where is all that marvelous respect a man as powerful as myself deserves?" His thumb stroked across her full lower lip, a sensuous caress. Raven closed her eyes against the inevitable. She wanted to cry. Her feelings for him were so strong, her throat was aching and burning. Mikhail brushed her eyes with his lips, tasted a tear, sought refuge in the sweetness of her mouth. "Why would you cry for me, Raven?" he murmured against her throat. .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8eb493c | His entire body shuddered with pleasure. He caught her hips in his hands, surged forward to to bury himself deep inside of her. A safe haven. His world was changed forever. He no longer walked the earth utterly alone. He would never be alone again. Antonietta changed his world. Brought him light in his unrelenting darkness. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 455ca08 | He could hurry everything else in his life, but he was never going to make the mistake of hurrying his time with Grace. She was too important and everything else could take a backseat. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 8796e0e | She would be a part of their world and that meant secrecy at all times. She couldn't tell a soul anything he told her. Trust worked both ways and he was trusting her with his life and the lives of his family members. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 83790ea | He could see faint streaks of light as if the man left behind prints. They didn't appear like footprints, there were more faint bluish lights, more of a blob-line than a print, but every person left them behind and from shadows he could see them. He couldn't spot the imaging once out of tube, but the shadows acted as if he was seeing through a thermal lens. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 114b2d2 | I want you to come stay in my home. At least until we find and dispose of the assassins." Raven walked several steps in silence. He had said we, as if they were a team. That pleased her. "You know, Mikhail, it was the strangest thing today. Not one person at the inn or in the village seemed to know of the murder." His finger flicked along her delicate cheekbone. "And you said nothing." She flashed him a quelling glance from under long lashe.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 1d83474 | He breathed away all the anger, all emotions, cloaking himself with Grace and everything in him settled, once more allowing complete control. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 345c036 | It was her acceptance that brought him back to sanity. This woman was not in a trance; she was offering herself freely because she felt his raging need, because she trusted him to stop before he hurt her, before he killed her. Mikhail's tongue lapped across her breast, closed the wound. He lifted his head, his dark eyes still glowing with the beast, the taste of her in his mouth, on his lips. He swore softly, bitterly, his self-loathing tot.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| fcfade8 | Stay with me, little one. I remained in this world because of you. You will have to be strong for both of us. Can you hear me, Raven? Do not leave me. I can make you happy. I know I can. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 6853b5e | I nearly killed a woman tonight." He confessed it harshly, his dark eyes wounded. "You told me God made us for a purpose, that we were created by him. I am more beast than man, Edgar, and I cannot continue to delude myself. I would seek eternal rest, but even that is denied me. Assassins stalk my people. I have no right to leave them until I know they are protected. Now my woman is in danger, not only from me but from my enemies." Edgar puf.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9dc20c4 | She was purity. Goodness. Compassion. The other half of his soul. Light to his darkness. Everything that he was not. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 96acf10 | Now my woman is in danger, not only from me but from my enemies." Edgar puffed at his pipe calmly. "You said 'my woman.' You love this woman?" Mikhail waved a dismissing hand. "She is mine." It was a statement, a decree. How could he say "love"? It was an insipid word for what he felt. She was purity. Goodness. Compassion. The other half of his soul. Light to his darkness. Everything that he was not." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7d6268c | Vittorio practiced discipline at all times. This was one of those times when he needed to stay very calm. Deep inside, the volcano that could emerge was at a boiling point. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 5cee22c | She's an innocent, Father. I told myself I would not do this thing, that it was wrong, but I knew I would." It was a measure of his distress that he called the priest "Father." "And knowing you would do something you believe is wrong, you still did it. You must have had a good reason." "Selfishness. Did you not hear me? I, I, I. Everything for myself. I found a reason to continue my existence and I took what did not belong to me, and still,.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| a388625 | He was lonely. He wanted his own family. A wife. Children. Someone to come home to. Someone to care for, to take care of. He needed a purpose. His lifestyle had no balance. He needed someone to become his center, to anchor him. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| ac79561 | He was a complete stranger to her, but he knew that connection between them had started there in the parking lot, their shadows touching coiling together, their eyes meeting. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 4630c3c | He heart beating too fast. He had always known he had no chance at finding a woman of his own, one who might be able to love him, to live with him, and in the blink of an eye that had turned around. Just as fast, she was being taken from him. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| e958cc6 | He brought justice to all kinds of criminals. The rule had been drilled into him over and over:'Never let it be personal.' This was as personal as it was going to get. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 5ac5fee | I could love you all night, Raven," he murmured enticingly against her throat. His hands moved over her body, leaving fire in their wake. "I want to love you all night." "Isn't that the point? It's dawn." Her hands had a mind of their own, finding every defined muscle with her fingertips, stroking across his hard male form, seeking her own exploration. "Then I will spend the day making love to you." He whispered the words against her mouth,.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9269dd8 | She couldn't resist teasing him. He was unruffled. Raven stepped into the shower and released the thick braid so she could shampoo her hair. His laughter held deep, genuine amusement. Without meaning to, Raven communicated a sultry invitation. She touched his mark over her breast with light fingertips. The contact caused her blood to heat, the mark to throb. There was self-mockery in his tone, guilt in his mind. She laughed softly. H.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8b62843 | She couldn't resist teasing him. He was unruffled. Raven stepped into the shower and released the thick braid so she could shampoo her hair. His laughter held deep, genuine amusement. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 75052ac | Someone needs to drag you kicking and screaming into this century. The fingers brushed her face, and then caressed her lower lip. The smile faded from her mouth at the word. She didn't want to love him. He already had far too much power over her. Obsession might be the right word, not love. | Christine Feehan | ||
| c1cc514 | The skirt swung around her ankles with a sexy little swish, and the blouse clung to her curves. She had to admit that the outfit made her feel feminine, as did his choice of sheer lace panties and matching bra. His teasing voice seemed to caress her skin. It took great effort to lie blatantly. She was proud of herself. He was laughing again, and Raven found she couldn't help giving in to her own sense of humor. It was fun to have someone.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 24cc338 | In the eyes of my people, in the eyes of God, we are." There was an implacable resolve, a my-word-is-law, in his voice that set her teeth on edge. "What about in my eyes, Mikhail? My beliefs? Do they count for nothing?" she demanded belligerently. "I see the answer in your eyes, feel it in your body. You struggle needlessly, Raven. You know you are mine..." She stood up quickly, pushed the chair out of her way. "I don't belong to anyone, le.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| a28a6f0 | I see the answer in your eyes, feel it in your body. You struggle needlessly, Raven. You know you are mine..." She stood up quickly, pushed the chair out of her way. "I don't belong to anyone, least of all you, Mikhail. You can't just decree what will be in my life and expect me to fall in with your plans." Raven rushed down the three steps to the path winding into the forest. "I need some air." Mikhail laughed softly. "Are you so afraid of.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| ef9c77e | Are you so afraid of yourself?" "Go to the devil, Mikhail." Raven set her foot on the path and began walking quickly away before he could charm his way around her. And he could, she knew it. It was his eyes, the shape of his mouth, the little grin he gave her when he was deliberately provoking her. The fog was very dense, the air wet and heavy with it. With her acute sense of hearing, she could hear every rustling in the bushes, every swayi.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 553095f | Stop following me." "Am I not a gentleman, obligated to see his lady home?" "If you laugh at me one more time, I swear I won't be responsible for what I do." Raven became aware of the slinking figures then, the burning eyes following her. Her heart nearly stopped, then began to pound. "Fine!" She whirled around and glared at him. "This is great! Just great, Mikhail. Call in the wolves to eat me alive. I find the idea so 'you.' So logical." .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 5572b19 | This is great! Just great, Mikhail. Call in the wolves to eat me alive. I find the idea so 'you.' So logical." He bared his white gleaming teeth at her like a hungry predator and laughed softly, teasingly. "It is not the wolves that would find you delicious." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9b75266 | Shattered Sword | Ian W. Toll | ||
| 3d03890 | This is great! Just great, Mikhail. Call in the wolves to eat me alive. I find the idea so 'you.' So logical." He bared his white gleaming teeth at her like a hungry predator and laughed softly, teasingly. "It is not the wolves that would find you delicious." Raven picked up a broken branch and flung it at him. "Stop laughing, you hyena. This is not funny. Your arrogance is enough to make me want to throw up." It took every ounce of self-co.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 50af5d3 | Your arrogance is enough to make me want to throw up." It took every ounce of self-control she had not to laugh. The beast was far too charming for his own good. "Your American colloquialisms are very colorful, little one." She threw another branch, and then followed it up with a small rock. "Someone needs to teach you the lesson of a lifetime." She looked like a beautiful little spitfire, all sparks and flame. Mikhail drew in his breath sl.. | Christine Feehan |