1,081 Quotes by Christine Feehan

I’d die for my club, but I want my own woman, one worthy of living for.

She could be a phoenix, rising like that firebird from the ashes of who she had been.

She didn’t want to be that girl, the one curled up in a little ball. The one under the covers in the fetal position. She’d been there hundreds of times and every single time she’d told herself to stand up. This time, win or lose, if she just stood up, she had the very real opportunity, which would never come again, to be with a man she’d dreamt of.

God. She loved the children. They were all so amazing. Every last one of them. She was grateful she’d made the decision to go into that labyrinth, the chambers of utter horror, to get them out. She refused to regret that decision, no matter the price she had to pay – and she was paying it every single minute of the day.

His body was settling over hers, his knee nudging her thighs apart so he could press against her soft, welcoming body. “I think you should just stay naked and waiting for me,” he growled, stroking her to ensure her readiness.

Ask any of my brothers, nothing stops me. No one stops me. I got the name Steele because I’m unbending.

She’d been drawn to him before she met him. Immense satisfaction filled him. He liked that, more than liked it.

He tasted like sin. Temptation. The devil enticing her down a dark, wicked path. She didn’t care.

She was bound to him, body and soul, as he was to her. For the first time in centuries he felt hope. And to a male Carpathian on the verge of turning vampire, hope was the only thing left.