Christine Feehan

Sometimes things just go south and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Gideon Eagle Carpenter eased his body back slowly until he was entirely prone, linked his fingers behind his head and stared up at the stars. This was San Francisco. Viewing stars wasnt always easy because fog liked to creep in at night, at least where he was located. He was on the roof of the four-story, wedged shaped original warehouse made of red bricks that rose like...

Lead guitarist of the Dark Troubadours, Dayan was renowned for his mesmerizing performances. His melodies stilled crowds, beckoned, seduced. And always, he called to her to complete him. Corinne Wentworth stood at the vortex of a gathering storm. Pursued by the fanatics who'd murdered her husband, she was risking her life by keeping more than one secret. Fragile, delicate, vulnerable, she had an indomitable faith that made her fiery surrender to Dayan...

They were masters of the darkness, searching through eternity for a mistress of the light... Gabriel woke deep within the ground, and the first sensation he felt was hunger. An overwhelming hunger for blood that demanded satisfaction. But as he hunted the dark streets of Paris for prey, a voice called to him, soothing, calming, giving him the strength to control his craving. Francesca Del Ponce was a healer, a woman who radiated goodness as powerfully...