I’m still yours, though. That won’t ever change, Shadow Girl.
It wasn’t the tattoo that had changed her, had given her repossession of her body. It was her actions, her choices. It was finding the path when it looked like there weren’t any paths to be found.
You’re not weak at all. Wounded, but that’s nothing to be ashamed of.
I like to read the ending first.
As if fixing the little errors would made the big stuff manageable.
I want to say that I really appreciate that readers are willing to work with my tendency to write in several different genres and for different age groups.
Not Expecting, but hoping. Always hoping.
I was the girl in the black leather jacket with the black fingernails, picked up after school by guys with loud cars and motorcycles. I carried straight-A grades, but I had a little trouble with rules. I tended to have a bit of an authority problem.
The world is too fascinating to limit yourself to one path or one sort of people.
Over a four-month period, I sat down and wrote every day. And then there was a novel, and all of a sudden, there were agents and offers.
I eventually realized that good things wouldnt happen to me if I didnt make the right choices.
As a lifelong romance reader, its always satisfying to get to talk to other romance readers!
I was very afraid to write a novel – it was a dream for a very long time, and it was one of the few things that I was afraid to try.
Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.
I don’t know why certain people shine for others. I don know why you and not someone else.
Were you hoping for a quest? A seemingly impossible task that you could relay to your queen afterward? Would you like to tell her that you found and slayed the dragon for love of her? -Queen Sorcha.
I was thinking it was worth the risk if it meant forever with my faery girlfriend.
Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she’d done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot of flowers shot out of the earth. She was mud-covered as he pulled back.
By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.
I am Devlin, brother and advisor to the High Queen, assassin, and keeper of order.