I want to take my girls home.
Do I love you? Yeah, God help you, but I do.
Used titanium hunting knife: sixty-three dollars. Value: priceless.
She wanted to feel him pound away her fears, a hammer to smash through all her guilt and pain and emptiness.
When I look into your eyes, one word leaps to my mind every time: Forever.
He was on his knees before this female, and he’d gladly stay there for the rest of his life.
You just promised me eternity, you know. I can make you live to regret it.
Thank you for bringing me home.
Harvard just took that option out of our hands. He is truly on his own now.
It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.
He has resisted Temptation for Centuries, A stone cold warrior whose frozen heart refuses to thaw- Until Her...
Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.
Kellan’s hand found hers, took it into his strong grasp. “There,” he said, pressing a kiss to the center of her palm. “I’ve got you, Mouse.” “Yes, you do,” she replied.
I consciously try not to play favorites with my characters or my books.
My final historical romance came out December 2005. While I enjoyed writing medieval romances, I was also dying to write something with more edge.
So much for keeping things business when it came to Jenna Darrow. If this had been a test, he figured he’d just failed it with flying colors.
Renata reached out for the gun nearest to her and a full magazine of rounds. She had the weapon loaded, locked and ready for action in three seconds flat. Niko had never seen anything sexier in his life.
I’ll admit it to you now, and to anyone, anytime. I need you, Elise. I love you. You are mine. My woman, my mate, my beloved. My everything.
From a writer’s standpoint, each character and story presents its own unique challenges and delights. I’m deeply curious about all of my characters, and I love peeling away their layers to see what’s underneath their skin, or secreted deep within their hearts.
If he could hope for anything in that moment, it was to embrace the true soul of another person, and to know that he was embraced as well.