I pretty much started out writing full time. I was an at-home mom and when my youngest entered kindergarten, I started writing. I was 35, and before that I really hadn't written at all. Which means, I guess, that a) it's never too late to start a writing career (or any career you really want) and b) it's OK to get to your mid-30s and still not know what you want to be when you grow up.
Elizabeth HoytShhh.โ He put a finger to her lips. โHear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had. I cannot survive losing you. (Winter Makepeace)
Elizabeth HoytYou say my name like a lover, so soft, so sweet. I want to lick the word from your lips, sip the exhaled breath from your mouth. I want to possess you utterly. Right now. Right here.
Elizabeth HoytYour cousin might be a pretty face, but you, my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, wonderful Diana, you are the Duchess of Wakefield. My duchess.
Elizabeth HoytI decided long ago that my family absolutely comes first, and I don't regret that. I do, however, sometimes wish I had an extra five hours or so in the day!
Elizabeth HoytEach time it was like a stray bit of glass pressed into the softness of her heart, grinding, grinding, oh so silently until she no longer noticed when she bled.
Elizabeth HoytGriffin, please,โ she whispered. โDo you want me?โ he asked. โYes!โ She tossed her head restlessly. Sheโd explode if he didnโt give her release soon. โDo you need me?โ He kissed her nipple too gently. โPlease, please, please.โ โDo you love me?โ And somehow, despite her extremis, she saw the gaping hole of the trap. She peered up at him blindly in the dark. She couldnโt see his face, his expression. โGriffin,โ she sighed hopelessly. โYou canโt say it, can you?โ he whispered. โCanโt admit it either.
Elizabeth Hoyt