I really like writing heroes who arent necessarily Hollywood handsome. Personally, I think men who are self-confident, intelligent, and funny are outrageously attractive – and my heroines tend to think that, too!
You can live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know.
He’s getting older,” Charles said darkly. “Shall I hit him with my walker or my oxygen tank?
Dare, dream, dance, smile, and sing loudly! And have faith that love is an unstoppable force!
Recovering from a gunshot wound is not a vacation. You need to, like, write that on your hand or something.
My favorite color is you.
Sometimes it takes you awhile to get to it, but you always get there, and what you say is always worth waiting for.
I love the fact that so many of my readers are intelligent, exceptional, accomplished people with an open-minded love of diversity.
I’m a fan of meeting readers face to face, at reader events, where we’re able to sit down and take some time to talk.
I remain convinced that the most valuable use of time for a newly published author is to write a second book that’s even better than the first, and a third that’s better than the second, and on and on.
Marriage equality is coming, and not merely to a theater near you.
The lust and attraction are often a given in a romance novel – I want to dig into the elements of true friendship that form a foundation for a solid, gonna-last-forever romantic relationship.
No doubt about it, Lawrence Decker was the reason God had invented nakedness.
What do you think, Ronnie? Do you think we could stop after just one kiss?
This wasn’t Weirdville, this was fricking Wonderland. Alice here was all grow up, but she was still chowing down on too much of that psychedelic mushroom.
My glass is not only half-full, it holds five-hundred-dollar-a-bottle Dom Perignon champagne.
He wanted to wake up to her smile every day for the rest of his life, like some stupid coffee commercial on TV.
Forget about writing to Penthouse. This one was going to be a story for their grandkids.
That leaves Decker and what’s his name, Mr. I’m Too Sexy for My Shirt.
He spoke in telegram-as if every word he used cost five bucks, and he only had a twenty in his wallet.