I used to dream about turning back time, about reclaiming the things I'd lost and the person I used to be.

Clancy had taught me well.

You get a good review, and it’s like crack. You need another hit. And another. And another. I know authors are like Tinkerbell and generally need applause to survive, but it’s a slippery slope.

He doesn't bring many girls round unless they're part of a job - but also 'cause his smell can sometimes kill kittens.

A moment later, Liam's bright blue eyes opened, and he was seeing me. He just wasn't seeing Ruby.

Everyone needs reality to punch them in the face every once in a while. Keeps you on guard.

He's just like a stallion. Wild and kicking on the outside, but a heart soft as satin on the inside. Just waiting for the right girl to break him in.