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I write for the love of writing. If I never published another book, I would still be writing stories.
Christine Feehan
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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
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Ukiah
California
Christine King
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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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You have to be more discerning, Lily, when experimenting with bondage. He wiggled his eyebrows. I'd make a great master.
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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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He was dead. He just didn't know it yet.
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The secret weapon is cucumber.' Solange sat all the way up. 'Jasmine, cover your ears.' MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing. 'Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.' 'MY mind is just fine, thank you. It's MaryAnn's I'm concerned about.' 'You put them on your eyes,' MaryAnn said, laughing even harder.
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He tasted passion. He tasted emotion. He tasted a world he’d never imagined, one he could never enter. It was right there in front of him, suddenly open to him. Unexpected. Exciting. Scary.
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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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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 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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Your name is Lily Whitney. You are the woman I want at my side night and day. I want you to be the mother of my children someday. I want you for my lover. I want you for the person I turn to when the world gets to be too much.
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I’m quite capable of walking,” she pointed out. It is faster this way. Your legs are short.” They are not!
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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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You can't go back I can't go back either, but we can go on.
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I can't help it, Kate. And I'm laughing at me. I feel like one of those sappy men who run around with a big grin on his face all the time. I feel like grinning all the time around you, and it's so idiotic.
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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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We can do anything you like. Just be with me.
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He worked at stealing her heart to replace the one she'd taken from him.
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We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.
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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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I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant.
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