For this mortal I would disobey my queen, abandon my king, the court that has protected me all these years. All of it.

Without stopping kissing her, he swept her up into his arms. They stood in the motel lobby kissing until someone called, "Get a room." Donia pulled back and laughed. "That was the plan. They said no.

Sleep well, and stay where I put you.

Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.

Over a four-month period, I sat down and wrote every day. And then there was a novel, and all of a sudden, there were agents and offers.

It was the only way he knew to protect the court, the faery, and the only mortal who'd ever mattered to him.

I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.