Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.

My line of work makes you aware of the fragility of life. You can get up in the morning, eat your cornflakes, blow-dry your hair, go to work and end up dead.

I'm not writing great literature. I'm writing commercial fiction for people to enjoy the stories and to like the characters.

You all right now?" "I'm exceptional. Wonderful. Thanks for the concern. You complete me.

Edmonton is Canada's answer to Omaha. Solid, unassuming, and surrounded by a whole lot of nothing. It's a place that makes you think of sensible shoes.

Ahh! Lady Pillows. So much fluffier than mine.” He took a giant whiff. “Why does everything girlie smell so delightful?” “Because we acknowledge the importance of basic hygiene. And periodically clean our bathrooms.” “Brilliant. I should write that down. After all, it takes a village.

She wanted to feel safe. Untouchable in her home. The ultimate female fantasy.