It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

He looked like he'd just seen the Ghost of You Better Shut Your Mouth.

For awhile I taped soap operas and watched them at night when I thought I might be forgetting what it was like to be human. After a while I stopped, because from the examples I saw on those shows, forgetting humanity was a good thing.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

I don't write the kind of 'happily ever after' that romance readers enjoy.

I gripped the stapler even harder and felt like a fool planning to battle a crazy man with a stapler that even, I suddenly remembered, contained no staples. Well, strike that line of defense.

Men! Dead or alive, they could be exactly the same.