Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.

There is no disgrace in staying behind, not when it's the right thing.

In the summer of 80, Silhouette bought my first book.

Broken hearts healed. Maybe the cracks were always there, like thin scars, but they healed. People lived and worked, laughed and ate, walked and talked with those cracks For many, even the scars healed and they loved again.

I don't believe for one moment you can write well what you wouldn't read for pleasure.

Two women can't share a house comfortably, no matter how fond they might be of each other. It's got to be one woman's kitchen.

I was just trying to get his attention!" the man protested at the top of his lungs. "If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.