He found a stuffed animal, a fluffy wolf with bright blue eyes, and was immediately drawn to it. "I want to get… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
I want you forever, Kate. I want to grow old and have you here in my arms. I want children. I've wanted… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
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She didn't want soft and gentle. She needed his rough possession, claiming her, branding her, taking her in a firestorm of heat… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
Just remember who you belong to, Hannah. I wouldn't want to have to shoot anyone - or strangle you." She leaned over… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
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What does kiciciyapi mitawa mean?" He kept his head on her breasts. "What?" "You called me kicicyapi mitawa. It sounded so beautiful.… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
You're my life, Elle. When we have our children, they'll be included in that circle and I'm not a man to lose… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
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He was demanding. He always would be. But sometimes, he was so vulnerable and she realized she had power in the relationship… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
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She thumped him again. He looked startled, then caught her flying fist in his hand and gently pried her fingers open. Very… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
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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
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“ 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
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
“You belong with me, Azami. Your family will be my family. My family—the GhostWalkers—will be yours.” “You’re a very dangerous man, Sam Johnson,” she… — Christine Feehan Copy Share
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