No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.

I thought it'd be something cooler, like a van with 'Death to Demons' painted on the outside.

What were you dreaming about?" "You." He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger. "I always dream about you." "Oh, yeah? Because I thought you were having a nightmare." He tipped his head back to look at her. "Sometimes I dream you're gone," he said. "I keep wondering when you'll figure out how much better you could do and leave me.

I like to listen to music that fits with what I'm writing. For each book, I've assembled a playlist, so readers can get a sense of what I was listening to while I was writing.

Will you do me the honor of being my wife?

Where is your angel now?

Goodness, my nose is enormous,' she exclaimed. 'Why didn't anyone tell me?