You didn’t hurt me, the situation did. And now that I know why I felt that way, it won’t hurt.

Roarke's brow cocked as he noted Casto take in the black satin that slithered over Eve's body. In the manner of men or unfriendly male dogs, Roarke showed his teeth.

I don't think you can write - at least not well - if you don't love stories, love the written word.

-The little things,Emma. The gestures,the moments. And the big. I let him see my heart. I gave it to him,even when I believed he couldn't or wouldn't take it. I gave it anyway-a gift. Even if he broke it. I was very brave. Love is very brave.

She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?

He had realised that most vital of humanities. he had touched lives. And he had raised three boys that no one had wanted into men.

You can’t go back. Can’t fix what broke. But you can go forward. And every step matters. Every one makes a difference.” She pushed away from the desk, cupped his face in her hands. “From where I’m standing, you’re the best step I ever took.