He's a good man," Ranger said. "And you?" "I'm better.

How many times have I told you not to hit people in the face. You kick them in the body where it doesn't show.

Truth is, I'm a good Catholic girl. The faith has always been elusive, but the guilt is intractable.

Your on your on with this one babe." "Coward." "Calling me names isn't going to get me in there." -Ranger and Stephanie

Since I can barely write two books a year the best solution seems to be co-author projects. My goal isn't to get another writer to clone me... it's more to produce a book that shares my vision of positive, fun entertainment.

Have you eaten?' I asked Diesel. When?' Recently.' No.

A uniform cordoned off the area with crime scene tape. The M.E. pulled in and parked. There were two EMT trucks idling at the edge of the lot. I’d stayed close to the back door, and one of the Rangeman guys had taken a position two feet from me, standing at parade rest. No doubt in my mind he’d take a bullet for me rather than face Ranger over a dead Stephanie.