Christine Feehan
Christine Feehan
Christine Feehanis an American romance-paranormal writer. She has published more than 40 novels, including five series, and numerous novellas since 1999...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
way legs faster
I’m quite capable of walking,” she pointed out. It is faster this way. Your legs are short.” They are not!
beautiful whales california-coast
I live on the beautiful Northern California coast. I have always loved hiking, whale watching and being outdoors.
flames forever leaving
She didn't want soft and gentle. She needed his rough possession, claiming her, branding her, taking her in a firestorm of heat and flame that would end the world around them, leaving them nothing but ashes, clean and fierce and forever welded together.
doors persons knows
...but you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person.
morning children sleep
He wanted to wake up every morning to her. Go to sleep with his body wrapped tightly around hers. He wanted her to have his child—his children. He knew he wanted to live out the rest of his life with her by his side and when he died, he wanted to die in her arms.
hero men giving
He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t the man who stepped forward and saved the innocent. He was lost himself. Shadows had invaded a long time ago and stolen his life. But he would give anything he had left to be the man who found a way to save Judith
memories firsts great-memories
Here's to many more firsts and many more great memories.
goes-on i-can
You can't go back; I can't go back either, but we can go on.
eye i-love-him years
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.
children sight firsts
She was crawling out from under the huge tour bus when he first caught sight of her. She was small, like a child.
acceptance everyday battle
I know what it's like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.
winning important may
Are you going to win every argument?" He was pretty certain he'd asked her that once before. May be twice. "Only the important ones.
children taken home
He felt safe with her. He'd never been safe with another human being, not since he'd been taken as a child from his home. He'd never been able to trust. He could never give that last small piece - all that was left of his humanity - into someone else's keeping. And now there was Rikki. She let him be whatever he had to be to survive. She didn't ask anything of him. There was no hidden motive. No agenda. Just acceptance. She was different - imperfect, or so she thought - and she knew what it was like to fight to carve out a space for herself. She was willing for him to do thar.
thinking survival firsts
For the first time in his existence, he knew he was drowning and he wasn't thinking about survival.