I've come to realize that life is what you make it.

Will you give me another chance?” Robert repeated. Smiling, Dougless kissed him on the cheek. “No,” she said, “although I thank you very much for the offer.

There are no new stories. It all depends on how you handle them. In romances the characters are going to fall in love with each other; you know that when you see the syrupy cover. It's how get there that's the fun.

Were I to die tomorrow, my soul would remember you. ~Nicholas Stafford

I'm an American and I want instant gratification.

What self-respecting male wanted a job being photographed?

It was flattering to have someone listen so intently to something that was so personal.