Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth.

He's going to jail. He can't see. He can't hear. He can't take a leak that lasts under fifteen minutes. But he has an erection and all the other problems are small change. Next time around I'm coming back as a man. Priorities are clearly defined. Life is simple.

I disconnected and made a mental note not to call Tank unless I was bleeding profusely, and he was the only other person on earth.

I don't think his elevator went all the way to the top anymore, if you know what I mean

Suppose I lay down on the pavement and you run over me a few times with my own car...just for old times.

The 'Barnaby' books were always intended to be graphic novels.

I'm for sure a workaholic. I'm a complete control freak and I take on way too many projects.