Eve, we're going to be married in a few days." The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah." "If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.

Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?

That's possible to likely. We're involved, you and me. I'm telling you what I'm going to do because I figure when people are involved, when they matter, they tell each other.

Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang.

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

In the summer of 80, Silhouette bought my first book.

And each book has to receive your best effort every single time. No slacking.