I'm still picking pockets--I just do it as legally as I can. Being married to a cop limits certain activities.

Mary Stewart will always be my goddess. I can pick up one of her early books - one I've read a dozen times - and still slide right into the story.

The vulnerability undid him even as the strength brought him pride. And the whole of her brought him love beyond the measuring of it. Of all he'd craved in his life, all he'd dreamed of having, all he'd fought to gain by fair means or foul, he'd never imagined having such such as she as his own. Never imagined himself the man he'd come to be because she was.

Half full, half empty, what the hell difference does it make? If there's something in the damn glass, drink it.

It's not an exaggeration to say that they saved my life. Ray Quinn, then Cam and Ethan and Phil. They turned their world around for me, and because of it, turned mine around with it. Anna and Grace and Sybill, Aubrey too. They made a home for me, and nothing that happened before matters nearly as much as everything that came after.

She, as no other ever could, reached every corner of his heart. His joy, and his salvation.

Aren't most romance heros, or heros in fiction of any kind, generally superior to real men? Same goes for heroines and real women.