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We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Ukiah
California
Christine King
Time
Doesn
Life
Moments
Doe
Back
Take
Work
Way
Never
Stop

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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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I wasn’t going to argue with you. Why ever would you think that? I never argue. Lucian smiled at her. She was so small, it amazed him she was such a strong person. Of course you do not argue. What was I thinking? Go to sleep, honey, and allow my poor body to rest. I’m already asleep. You’re the one gabbing.
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They called each other family and that’s what they were—sisters. Many people in the world had family of the heart, kin by choice rather than by blood, and hers had come along in her darkest hour and saved her life.
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I want you forever, Kate. I want to grow old and have you here in my arms. I want children. I've wanted you for so long. I don't think that's about to change.
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The minute I'm in a little pain ... your rough, tough, scary bad boy image totally falls apart.
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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.
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You can't go back I can't go back either, but we can go on.
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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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I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories.
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There was a certain feminine satisfaction in having the last word, delivering her line smartly, and breaking the connection between them quickly and decisively.
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Trust. Such an easy word. Such an impossible quality.
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Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.
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It’s hard to feel desire when you don’t feel desirable
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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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There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things?
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Don't worry, now that I know about your little ego problem, I'll do my best to look all gushy when you pound you chest.
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You can't be anything but who you are. I wouldn't love you the same if you stopped being you. How do I change enough to accept that ruthless streak in you.
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I don't suppose you cook? Tucker inquired hopefully. Did you think because she can start fires she'd be great with a grill? Gator asked.
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You're insane, but you're my kind of man.
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I know what it's like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.
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