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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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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
Novelist
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Ukiah
California
Christine King
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Of course I can do this. I'm pregnant, not brain-damaged. My condition doesn't change my personality.
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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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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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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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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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We can do anything you like. Just be with me.
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Have you ever heard of a condom? Don't Carpathians have condoms? Because I'm thinking that if you're all that worried, a condom might be just the thing. His smile was slow in coming. I had not thought of that. As a rule Carpathians do not need such things.
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His energy is very malevolent. Don't get sick or I'll start asking you if the baby is all right in front of 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.
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My heart is very much alive and in your hands. Do your best not to destroy it. You are very lucky it isn't it my hands... The only thing I know to do with hearts is incinerate them! Ouch!
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If I had a sense of humor, I'd be laughing right now.
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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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You can't go back I can't go back either, but we can go on.
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I absolutely love you, Briony, and I am on my knees. So we're getting married - right? But say it fast before we get shot. Only Jack would ask - if you could call it asking - in the middle of a battlefield, with a man lying dead at his feet.
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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're insane, but you're my kind of man.
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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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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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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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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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