Women cry. Men laugh. Whiners moan. Men laugh. Wimps complain. Men laugh.

It is difficult to get men to pick up a female author. Women will read men, but men won't read women.

I loved ghost stories, creaky staircases, stormy nights. If it guaranteed nightmares I read it by flashlight, after midnight.

You try as a parent. You love beyond reason. You fight beyond endurance. You hope beyond despair. You never think, until the very last moment, that it still might not be enough.

What I loved about romances was the character, and I think I still bring that to my novels. What romance taught me was that the 'who' will always matter more than the 'what.' It's fun to come up with plots, but I want to make sure the reader cares about who it's happening to.

It wasn’t that strangers couldn’t hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better.

My secret vice is Sudoku puzzles. Can't stop playing them. My parents are accountants. I blame them entirely.