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
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.
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.
two torture
Torture can be a two edged sword.
fighting way refuse
It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose.
real heart men
The real knife to a man's heart was his woman's tears.
heart thinking body
I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.