When a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.
Julia QuinnThe biggest challenge of my career, which is something that authors of genre fiction face all the time, is writing something fresh and new and at the same time meeting reader expectations.
Julia QuinnCaroline Trent hadn't meant to shoot Percival Prewitt, but she had, and now he was dead. Or at least she thought he was dead.
Julia QuinnIt was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.
Julia QuinnShe smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadnโt had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness heโd never thought to feel again.
Julia Quinn