I've always kind of thought that reviews written by readers for readers are a kind of private space between consumers. It's their right to say anything they like about your material, and authors need to know that and respect that. As for my end, I'm aware of what my sales are, so I know that my books are working in the marketplace, at least for now, and beyond that, I have to just do my thing and stay focused.

For him , life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other

I lived for the night, because I could go over to your house. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing, actually. It was… you.

With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

And it was kind of funny to see all these professional fighters unwilling to get within a mile of the female. Then again, if you wanted to survive doing the work they did, accurate risk assessment was something you developed early -- and even Qhuinn, who was the object of the protective instinct the Chosen was rocking, wouldn't have dared touch her.

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself