I am surrounded by my family, my beloved grandchildren, and my pack of dogs. — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“I know you are afraid, mon amour, " he whispered softly, his hands sliding up her rib cage to her breasts. "But… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“I had to work so hard to find myself again, Alexandr." There was pain in her voice. "I was so lost without… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“I love you.” He grinned unexpectedly, traced he lower lip with the tip of a finger. “What is more, I know you… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“Wanting his mind on other matters, she deliiberately challenged his statement. "You don't know so much about me. There was a man… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“Maybe love was a woman feeding him pancakes. Maybe it was someone sitting across from him sipping orange juice just to please… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“ I am beginning to like the way you talk to me and that is frightening. There was the faintest of smiles… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“I need you right now, Shea. My body is going up in flames, and I hurt like hell. We have to be… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“You know, my love, you are not responsible for my happiness, or even my health. I've had a choice every step of… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
(After Nicholas tells Dahlia that he loves her) "...Just don't break my heart my heart, Dahlia. I've never handed it over to… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“I told myself one night would be enough and I’d walk. Maybe I could have then, but I was fooling myself. I’m… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“You're in love, my old friend, and that is the downfall of all good men.” — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
Sestrilla, hafelina Jue amourasestrilla Awou jue selaviena En patre jue Translation: Beloved one, little cat I love you for all time In… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories. — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“I don't want you to go, Lexi. I want you to choose me. Stay with me. I know I'm not much of… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“The wind blew off the sea as three Harleys made their way through the last series of snaking turns and hit the… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“He studied her expression, the look in her eyes. His heart contracted. He didn’t know what love looked like. He knew she… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck.… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“Her mouth was perfect under his, her taste wrapping him up in addiction. He craved her the way others might drugs. The… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark, almost black, filled with pain. She'd let someone do that to… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also… — 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… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“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… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
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.… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“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… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“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… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“ You really know how to stir up the hornets’ nest with the women, do you not? Mikhail demanded, even though he understood Gregori… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
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
