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

For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.

"What was that technique you were using on those bastards?" "An ancient form called kicking ass."

It’s never simple.” Avery slid an arm around Hope’s waist. “It shouldn’t be. Because being with someone should matter enough to be at least a little bit complicated.

And still she felt more confident at the prospect of taking on the Russian Mafia than she did attending a backyard barbecue.

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.

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