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
strong heart soul
There's no room for him in your head, Elle. I'm there. I'll always be there and if he tries to come in I'll drive him out until you're strong enough to do it yourself. And there was never room for him in your heart because I was already there. He couldn't touch your soul. It belongs to you and no one else unless you decide to share.
strong mind pieces
His lips slid over her ear. "My mind shares yours. If you're determined to go through with this, then know whatever this takes you, you won't be alone, Tansy. I'm strong. I'll find your mind and I'll bring you back." "Last time I broke into a million pieces." "I'll find each one.
strong sleep thinking
I wasn’t going to argue with you. Why ever would you think that? I never argue." Lucian smiled at her. She was so small, it amazed him she was such a strong person. "Of course you do not argue. What was I thinking? Go to sleep, honey, and allow my poor body to rest." I’m already asleep. You’re the one gabbing.
strong ocean passion
Music burst through him, perfect notes he hear rarely. Fire and ice, wind and calm, sky and earth, water and rock all fused together. Joley seemed as wild and turbulent s the sea, yet beneath her fiery passion, at the very core of her, she was as forceful and strong and as constant as the deepest ocean currents. Ilya seemed as calm as a windless sea, yet beneath the surface smoldered a volcano of such explosive magnitude, his power could easily sweep everything from his path. Together they completed each other, his melody and hers merging together into a single, perfect harmony.
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.