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
camping might
My camping days are over, but I might consider glamping.
dog grandchildren beloved
I am surrounded by my family, my beloved grandchildren, and my pack of dogs.
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.
beautiful whales california-coast
I live on the beautiful Northern California coast. I have always loved hiking, whale watching and being outdoors.
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.
basketball volleyball beach
On the other hand, she never looked as -big- as she did at that moment. "What?" Rose demanded, glaring up at him. The warning signal flashed bright red in Kane's head. Telling a woman she was as big as a beach ball wouldn't win any points. How did one describe how she looked? A basketball? Volleyball? He studied her furious little face. Yeah. He was in big trouble no matter what he said. Description was out of the question. He needed diplomacy, something that flew out of the window when he was near her and she said the words like contractions.
running believe kissing
I should have known you'd side with them. It's some sort of of male bonding thing to think women aren't capable of running their own lives." He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. "It's ego and sheer desperation. We have to keep you thinking we're the superior species." "News flash, Jack - no women on the face of earth believes that anymore." He trailed kisses down her cheek. "But men don't know women know that. We still live in our fantasy world, so don't muck it up for us.
names calling ruffles
You are such a chicken. Bock. Bock. Bock." He refused to allow her very bad chicken impression to ruffle his feathers. He was above petty name-calling.
dark together way
But I'm not any better at relationships than you are. We'll find our way together, even if we're fumbling around in the dark for a while.
team eye wife
It's Mari, Jack," Ken whispered, needing to say it aloud. "What?" Jack jerked around, staring at the sniper as the eyes fluttered closed. "Are you certain?" Ken pulled the woman's belt loose and buckled it around her leg. "Either that or your wife is playing sniper for the other team. It has to be Mari. She looks exactly like Briony.
crush pain betrayal
Nicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.
betrayal eye secret
There were a thousand secrets in her eyes, a thousand wounds. A lifetime of distrust and betrayal. Isolation. How did one overcome such things?
should-have laughing would-be
And of course I'm a chauvinist, but it isn't my fault." "It isn't?" "No, Jack was born first and I share his genes. I can't help it if he infected me inside the womb." Briony burst out laughing. "I should have known that would be your excuse.
funny uplifting pregnancy
Of course I can do this. I'm pregnant, not brain-damaged. My condition doesn't change my personality.