As a child he had grown up without a mother or even a grandmother. He had never really explored emotional relationships or marriage. He'd never been given advice on the matter. The closest he'd really come to seeing a relationship… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“Even so, the two of us look memorable in these clothes. And your shirt is transparent. I don’t think I can take a bunch of men ogling you.” He didn’t look up as he took his rifle apart and carefully wrapped it around before putting it in his pack. The ammunition belt followed, along with every other visible weapon. Dahlia… — Christine Feehan Copy Share
“Sleep deeply, the sleep of our people, chosen one of my sister,that you will heal completely and wake refreshed and in full strength.” — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“Savannah came to him instantly, her face lit up with some emotion he dared not name.She was in a man's silk shirt and nothing else. The buttons were open so that the edges gaped to reveal her high, full breasts, and narrow rib cage. Another step and her tiny waist and flat stomach, the triangle of tight ebony curls, showed… — Christine Feehan Copy Share
The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“At her tender age she was incapable of understanding such a history,” — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
He felt safe with her. He'd never been safe with another human being, not since he'd been taken as a child from his home. He'd never been able to trust. He could never give that last small piece - all that was left of his humanity - into someone else's keeping. And now there was Rikki. She let him be… — Christine Feehan Copy Share
“Before anything else, I need your trust. Your absolute trust in me--and yourself. You have to know you are the only woman I will… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“He kissed her with everything he was. Man. Beast. Killer. Biker. Hers. Every cell in his body belonged to her.” — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“Her body clenched with hot desire, and without thinking she bathed Jacques’ mind in her heat. She saw his body hunch, as if someone had physically punched him. Guilt stirred for a moment, but then he was stroking her throat, his mental touch every bit as exciting in her state of arousal as his physical one. Gregori straightened up slowly… — Christine Feehan Copy Share
“Climb back up here. We’re going to have to jump.” She stated it so calmly he almost didn’t comprehend. His head snapped around. “Are you out of your fucking mind, Rose? You’re pregnant. You can’t jump out of a moving car.” “Well, it’s that or go with it into the ravine. I prefer the sand. Move it, soldier. You’ve got… — Christine Feehan Copy Share
“ You really know how to stir up the hornets’ nest with the women, do you not? Mikhail demanded, even though he understood Gregori completely and felt him justified. Gregori did not look at him but stared out into the storm. The child she carries if my lifemate. It is female and belongs to me. There was an unmistakable warning… — Christine Feehan Copy Share
Everyone knows ladies love Cajuns. It's in our blood and our language is the language of romance." "Your language is the language of bullshit.… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
