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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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 | ||
| 10d77eb | We don't mind enemies. We wouldn't know what to do without them. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 50607a2 | When you don't know what to do, stand still. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 070528d | How many more children do you think I'll be able to handle?" Blythe asked, her voice infused with a mixture of laughter, genuine puzzlement and a touch of exasperation. Alena and Steele looked at each other. They looked at Darby. Then Lana. All of them shrugged at the same time. It was Steele who answered. "Any number, Blythe. However many need you." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9b5d7ad | I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. I'm going after that you know. Your heart. I want complete surrender from you. Nothing less will do. | Christine Feehan | ||
| f02aaaa | What had he done to try to save himself? Nothing. He'd done nothing. He'd let fate decide, closing his eyes and giving himself up to the judgment of the universe. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 557f0c6 | Ricco went absolutely still. The pitch was low and sweet. That tone pushed into his chest, right into his center, as if it were a key unlocking something tight and hard in him. He moved his hand over his heart as an unknown emotion seized it hard, wrenching, twisting, forcing that lock to open so that his own music could be heard pounding in his ear, beating like a lost drum seeking the right rhythm. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 1dcfca4 | The lights threw her Shadow into sharp relief behind her on the wall. The shadow was dark and thin, but threw out strong tubes, feelers reaching toward other shadows. When there were none, the feelers reached farther for connections, elongating, seeking, prompting another step from her. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| d83095b | For the first time in her life she had the urge to turn around and flee. She knew danger when she saw it, and Ricco Ferraro was pure danger. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| de3ab4c | She was mixed--Japanese and American. Nothing. A nothing. A nobody. The 'kanji' in her last name meant "female devil." She didn't even know what her real last name was because she'd dishonored the family simply be being born." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 79f82b7 | Her "family," the ones so gracious and honorable to take in two orphans, were harsh with her for her own good so she wouldn't become the whore her mother had been." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| afb8f4c | He leaned into her, his mouth against her ear. "Breathe for me, Mariko. Just breathe." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 80dc9bc | Just once, even if it wasn't real she wanted to feel as if a man saw only her. No one else. For those moments, she was his world. His canvas. He saw beauty in her. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 58488d4 | For one moment his mask slipped and she saw his eyes go dark with desire. Every line in his face was etched with a sensuality that kept her breath trapped deep in her lungs. No one had ever looked at her like that in her life. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 6c1e103 | Communication is very important between us at all times." He bent his head as he lifted the hair from the back of her neck. "For instance, I find your neck incredibly sexy. You look both vulnerable and sensual with your hair up. With it down, you look wild and beautiful. Just as sensual, but in a completely different way." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 37922c7 | For the first time in her life she felt weak with wanting. With need. Yet at the same time, she did feel sort of attractive. She was aware of herself as a woman, as feminine, when she'd always felt masculine. He'd given her that, and she'd be forever grateful. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 414b4df | He had learned to kill and then he had killed. Many times. Fourteen was far too young for his artistic mind to accept the violence and he'd been fortunate that he'd met his teacher, a rope master of more than forty years. The art had saved his sanity and his life. He needed it like others needed air. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 14840e7 | Her courage humbled him. The immense trust it took to allow herself to be tied by him, even in the name of art, was astonishing for a woman like her. It was a true power exchange between them and he loved that. Even craved it. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| a1f323d | He needed a woman strong enough to accept that he would always need his ropes. They anchored him. Centered him. The moment he touched them, those dark shifting shadows inside him subsided. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| e71074c | He caught her hand, curling his fingers around hers and bringing it to his chest as he leaned into her. "I'm sorry for being a dick. Sometimes I just am, but I'll watch it. Giovanni snorted his derision. "Sometimes? Don't believe a fucking thing he says, Mariko. It's 'all' the time." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 8b63876 | She had the strangest need, almost a compulsion, to shield Ricco from his brother's scrutiny. From all of them. She sensed he detested appearing weak in front of anyone, but especially his family. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 8812c99 | As she'd grown, she moved through life in silence, hoping not to be noticed, afraid of drawing attention to herself. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 279572f | Suddenly she could barely breathe. She was always calm, yet now, in the face of the knowledge that she might never find her brother, never be able to tell him that she cared, she couldn't breathe. Couldn't find a way to catch her breath. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 7c2b7ae | He preferred curves to supermodel thin. He didn't understand why women were so hard on themselves. Francesca was beautiful and he didn't want a single pound to go away. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 9913771 | He was just so intimidating and darkly sensual, filling the room with his presence until she could barely think straight. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 5fd3bd5 | Could she give herself to him? She knew two things about him. He was a man with a strict code of honor, and he was a very dangerous man capable of swift violence. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| b80f26f | My grandfather was in love with my grandmother. They were inseparable. They detested being apart. I've seen real love. I've felt it when I was with them. They died three hours apart. My grandmother first and then my grandfather followed. Love exists and that's what I'm offering you. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 4d8191d | She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 481af0c | She moistened her lips and lifted her lashes to look into his piercing blue eyes. There was a mixture there. Possession. Desire. Triumph. Demand." "There's no taking it back, Francesca." He warned." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| e28b274 | A part of her was thrilled. The same part was terrified. Already it felt too much like ownership. As if he had already branded her in her bones. In her soul. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 9f57eb4 | There you go, getting all protective on me. You're worried about me, aren't you?" His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else - affection. "Dio, bambina, I love that." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| f67c121 | Stefano threw back his head and laughed. She loved the sound. Carefree. Masculine. Enjoying life. He didn't laugh a lot. "You, bambina, were celebrating me finding you." | romance shadow-rider-series suspense | Christine Feehan | |
| 4495266 | He needed her to know who he was-her man. Her lover. The man she trusted to always take care of her, have her back, give her everything. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| b80972c | Vittorio had recognized early on he had a gift. His voice could be compelling, or commanding, and those in a room reacted to it. He could calm others down, arouse or infuriate, all with his tone. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan | |
| 87eb490 | By conversing about the weather, a job, just everyday things, whoever was listening would be able to ascertain a rythm to a voice. The way a person breathed. Their heartbeat. That would help indicate if they suddenly told a lie. | romance shadow-rider-series suspense-thriller | Christine Feehan |