We may all end up dead, but we're sticking it to them in the meantime.

Like a stand of lodgepole pines in a gale Raisa's followers all went down leaving her standing alone....There's no shelter for me not from any of this. I'll stand alone the rest of my life. THE GRAY WOLF THRONE p. 163

A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.

What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?

My tagline is ‘Less sex, more romance, lower body count.’

He keeps this up, he's bound to be caught, she thought. And this time they'll dangle him for certain.

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. "Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it." As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.