I'd pretty much given up hope of being published, so I just wrote the book I wanted to read.
Kate MortonI write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too.
Kate MortonAnd then he was kissing her, and she was struck by his nearness, his solidity, his smell. It was of the garden and the earth and the sun. When Cassandra opened her eyes, she realized she was crying. She wasn't sad, though, these were the tears of being found, of having come home after a long time away.
Kate Morton