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You're the kind of man my mother warned me about.
Christine Feehan
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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
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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 of me, but who I really am.
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Shadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be.
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Do you suppose we can take that as evidence? We could cut out the sections. Jonas snorted, You can try taking a saw to that house, but personally, I'm not about to get anywhere near it with anything resembling a weapon.
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Sarah, honey, I hardly think kidnappers are going to take the time to buy a memento of their stay. I could be wrong, but it seems rather unlikely.
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You're insane, but you're my kind of man.
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I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories.
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Before Elle had come into his life, he didn't even know what tea was. Now it was a staple. Worse, he actually knew the differences in teas.
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We can do anything you like. Just be with me.
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You’re mine, Isabeau. You’ll always be mine. Make no mistake about it. Whether you choose to forgive me and give us a second chance, or you don’t, you’ll be my only.
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But I'm not any better at relationships than you are. We'll find our way together, even if we're fumbling around in the dark for a while.
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Do you have a camera? Jackson asked. We could get some pictures and may be take a print or two if we're lucky. Jonas shook his head. We'd probably get a bunch of ghosts and that would just freak me out.
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You are such a chicken. Bock. Bock. Bock. He refused to allow her very bad chicken impression to ruffle his feathers. He was above petty name-calling.
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It's Mari, Jack, Ken whispered, needing to say it aloud. What? Jack jerked around, staring at the sniper as the eyes fluttered closed. Are you certain? Ken pulled the woman's belt loose and buckled it around her leg. Either that or your wife is playing sniper for the other team. It has to be Mari. She looks exactly like Briony.
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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 as well. She hadn’t expected that. He was as vulnerable to her as she was to him. He just acted arrogant and bossy, but deep down, where it counted, he didn’t want to lose her either.
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Wolves? I should have known. Of course you have wolves. Doesn’t everybody?” She snapped her fingers. “The gun, Lucian. Hand it over. I’ve decided I have to shoot you after all. It’s the only way to preserve my sanity.
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-Mikhail?...Try making suggestions next time, or just plain asking. You go do whatever it is you're doing, and I'll go search you extensive library for a book on manners. -You will not find it. -Why am I not surprised?
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Do you think anything else can go wrong tonight? Kaden turned to look at Nicholas coming up behind her and nodded. Yes ma'am. I'd say all kinds of things could go wrong.
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He worked at stealing her heart to replace the one she'd taken from him.
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King-sized? It would take up all my space. I need wide-open spaces. She glanced at Kane for help, but he was rolling around on a matress and moaning in a loud, orgasmic manner. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh.
Christine Feehan
Rhianna flashed Rose a small smile. Sometimes I have a chip on my shoulder. You know, the woe-is-me-I'm-such-a-martyr complex.
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