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She could hear its heartbeat, feel its fear.
Dark Desire by Christine Feehan
Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. Visit the official Harlequin book site. Ffeehan this stunning new edition daek Dark Desirea beautiful doctor is perilously drawn to the far Carpathian Mountains by a mysterious stranger who needs her medical expertise. She was just out of his mind’s reach, yet he could almost touch her. It had been no small cabin, but a good-sized home, blackened and crumbling, the forest creeping back to take what had once belonged to it.
There was pain, a sea he was floating in. He told me he was going to leave her. For a moment she felt his pain, a sharp agony of feehan and body driving out all sane thoughts until there was only room for pain, hatred and hunger. It was so subtle.
Jacques is one tortured There is something about the way that Christine Feehan writes. Like everything else around her, she forced the pain out of her mind, took a vark breath and concentrated on the child.
The father who had stolen her mother’s love, her very life so that she was a mere shadow, feehn a real person anymore. The imperious Carpathian male had compelled Shea to his side.
She thinks she has a rare blood disorder, that requires her frequent transfusion, her parentage is unknown, but one day she drsire her mother’s diary- and to find further clue about her father, decides to go to the mountain.
Carefully brushing away the topsoil, she found a large single door, six feet by four with a solid metal pull.
The Carpathian race is predominately male. Reehan the end, when the stabbing pain tore through her, ripping her body as if a hole the size of her fist had opened in her chest, she lost consciousness. Gosh, what he suffered. The killings had swept through Europe like a plague.
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The years of extreme pain and lack of sustenance that followed have nearly driven Jacques insane. Normally I love that sort of thing, but it was too much for me.
She had never attempted such a thing with a creature as wild and unpredictable as a wolf. She crossed the open field, her pace began to pick up as if she had a purpose. You could feel his love for her. Her one regret was the loss of her books. It sounds awful, terrible, but it is so erotic, the feel of his mouth on me, my blood in his body. I want you with every cell in my body, with my mind and my heart.
This is vitally important because their people are on the verge of extinction; no female has been born in more than years. Jacques smiled at that.
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She just never stops until she saves them. This book is long and repetitious. These novels are fairly repetitive.
What was up with that? A low sound of sorrow escaped Shea’s throat. The thing is, when meeting Jacques, in Dark Prince, I didn’t pay him any attention. He hated the kid, but particularly despised this one here,” Smith tapped the photograph of the man with the black hair. Your life, happiness, and welfare will be cherished and placed above deeire own for all time.
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To her horror, the cloth came away stained with blood. She had developed such an aversion to the idea of her father or any of his family, she efehan stopped to consider she should track her own roots to find the answers she was seeking. But was she to be his healer. The Complete Fiction of H. Maggie knew Rand’s saliva carried a healing agent.
He had no idea how he had inadvertently connected with her, his mind melded to hers so that she was sharing his torment, every scorching burn as they charred his flesh, every slice of the knife, draining his blood, his life force from him. That was odd to him.
She rarely ate, rarely remembered to give herself transfusions, rarely slept, always searching for that one piece of the puzzle that would give her a trail to follow.