One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

I think you'll have to marry me, Miss Fielding." "To save your reputation?" Derek grinned, bending to kiss the flash of pale throat revealed by the robe. "Someone has to make a respectable man of me.

If you pretend everything's fine long enough, everything eventually becomes fine.

You're always looking for some new way to tell the same story, but it's how they get to the happy end that is the challenge and the fun for a writer.

Where's your instruction manual?" I asked him. "What's the baby customer-service number?

Before I write the first page of a novel, I spend a long time creating detailed backgrounds for my characters. I imagine the experiences that have formed them, what makes them happy, angry, fearful, and what they yearn for.

You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.