Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.

A kiss isn't terminal." "It is the way you do it.

I need to write to be happy.

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

When you find nothing... it means you're eliminating what surrounds the something.

Man.God.Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.

Luck is luck ... What we do with it determines whether it's good or bad.