But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance.

Shhh,” he murmured against her mouth. “Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel.

He grinned, though his face was strained. “That’s it, love. Use me to make yerself feel good.

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.

Rebecca held her head high and swanned across the hallway, but as she neared the footman, she could see quite plainly that his gaze was not where it should be. She stopped dead and slapped her hands over her bosom. "Its too low, isn't it? I knew I shouldn't have listened to that maid. She might not mind her boobies hanging out for all to see, but i just can't-" Her brain suddenly caught up with her mouth. She removed her hands from her bosom and slapped them over her awful, awful, awful mouth.

There are no heroes on the battlefield, my lady; there are only survivors.

But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance.