Good fiction creates its own reality.

I decided to write category romance as I'd recently discovered them, and enjoyed them.

Life has very little even ground.

He decided there was no point in telling her he'd looked in the fridge and seen none of these things. There'd just be some variation of his mother's standard crack about Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.

Love is not enough. But, it is the rock on which all else stands.

Marriage is a land mine. A really intimate land mine. Adultery to kitchen fires. Never a dull [moment].

I'm damned if I'm going to be eaten by a bear when I'm naked." "I'm sure it's a more pleasant experience dressed.