1,081 Quotes by Christine Feehan

Draden didn’t move, staying as still as any predator with his gaze fixed on his prey. No muscle moved.

You know me, gattina, you’re just conditioned to think you can’t trust anyone. He did that to you. Don’t let him interfere with us. You have the right to live your life, Grace.

You’re a miracle, woman.” Draden meant it.

He just likes everyone to think he’s a badass.” “I am a badass, damn it,” Jackson said. He picked up the comb and carefully started on the next thick strand of hair. “You seem to be the only one who isn’t aware of it.

Honey, he’s not worth it. No matter how much money he’s got, not matter how big a ring he puts on your finger, if he puts his hands on you, you should run the opposite way as fast as you can.

She hadn’t expected the intamacy of his voice in her head. It had a smoothness to it that gave way now and then to gravel.

I detested that people who already had everything they could possibly want would step on others who had nothing. Would use them and crush them. I’d lived my life mainly in the streets and found out the hard way that people who could have helped just hurt us.

She could see into his soul, the barely leashed beast always striving for dominance, never quite conquered. She could see his fear of losing her, of being forever vampire, loathed and hunted by his own kind. And she could see his terrible need to protect her, keep her safe, and his need to please her. He wanted to earn her respect and love, be worthy of it.

Sorry, ma’am. We can’t let you do that either. He’s in a much better mood when he gets laid regularly.