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You’re a goner, Donovan. When a hungry man spends more time lookin’ at his woman than eatin’ , he’s in trouble.

Christine Feehan

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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Ukiah
California
Christine King
Trouble
Woman
Men
Time
Donovan
Eatin
Lookin
Spends
Hungry

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Why do I have to do this? Gator demanded. Cuz you're such a pretty boy. Our photographer isn't going to fall for one of us as the tied up model, Nico pointed out. Dumbest plan you've ever come up with, Gator rumbled. Offering myself all trussed up like a Christmas turkey to a serial killer who likes to torture people isn't too smart.
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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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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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Joley likes to be scared, and she can't watch them alone. I don't know how you can make that sound perfectly logical.
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Sebastian it is. You can tell me what a patron saint is later, since I have no knowledge of such things. Sebastian Kane. Sebastian Kane Cannon. You're going to marry me and use my last name, right? Is that supposed to be a proposal?
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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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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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If you are a vampire, then a vampire is not the creature of the legends.
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You're insane, but you're my kind of man.
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Stay out of my mind. You certainly weren't invited.' Her hands went to her hips. 'And just for the record, your mind needs to be washed out with soap! Half the things you think we're going to do are never going to happen. I could never look at you again.
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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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I realized I love him just as much or more than I did four years ago. That I'm never live with him She raised her head to look at her sisters with haunted eyes. And I don't know if I can live without him.
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She was temptation wrapped in casual elegance.
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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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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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I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories.
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He was dead. He just didn't know it yet.
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She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.
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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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Nicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.
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