1,081 Quotes by Christine Feehan

The bayou came out in her voice more than it ever had before, and it sounded like an invitation to spend the night floating down a lazy canal together under the starlit night.

Hurry up. You promised me a ride.” Okay, that wasn’t a good thing to say to him. Not in her bedroom. “On your bike,” she added hastily.

I love everything about you. I told myself that was what it was. All those parts, separately that I loved them. I watch you. I’m inside your mind. I see who you are. I’ve decided it isn’t about loving everything about you. It’s simply about loving you.

I’m totally susceptible to good looks. On the other hand, I don’t like bossy men, so if you want worshipping from me, you’ll have to keep your mouth closed and let me boss you.

The Torpedo Ink club members were lost, wandering through a world they didn’t fit into. They needed direction.

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.

It was beyond his imagination that such a miracle could occur. Just when he knew he would walk into the sun without hesitation, he had been sent an angel. A slow smile softened his mouth. His angel refused to do anything he told her.

Well, put that lovely treasure back in your pants and calm down.

Sarah didn’t like complications. Ancient prophecies and broad shoulders and black auras were definite complications.