Proximity bred familiarity, and familiarity bred comfort.

All characters come from people I know, but after the initial inspiration, I tend to modify the characters so they fit with the story.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

Mike, however, heard nothing at all. Lost in her breathlike touch, he knew only one thing for sure: In the instant their lips first met, there was a flicker of something almost electrical that made him believe the feeling would last forever.

you have to love something before you can hate it.

First you will smile, and then you will cry -- don't say you haven't been warned.

Love hurts. There is nothing as painful as heartbreak. But in order to learn to love again you must learn to trust again.