She liked to sit on the front porch in the afternoons and read books she'd checked out from the library. Aside from coffee, reading was her only indulgence.

For nothing is more fulfilling than love itself

Everyone has a past, but that's just it--it's in the past. You can learn from it, but you can't change it.

Working on the plot/story idea for my next novel ... It always takes time.

It was one thing to divide the major assets, but how was it possible to divide the heart?

I tell myself that I know you, and then when I think about it, I realize that I don't.

She was getting used to his rhythms and his moods, recognizing the quiet signals that telegraphed who he was. Good and bad, strengths and faults, he was hers forever. As she pulled into the driveway, she spotted Logan coming down the steps from the house, and she waved. She was his forever, too—imperfect as she was. Take it or leave it, she thought. She was who she was. As Logan walked toward her, he smiled as if reading her mind and opened his arms.