Alone in her shelter, she allowed herself tears. When her shelter cooled to the touch she called to Gull, “Coming out!” She eased her head out into the smoky air, looked over at Gull. She imaged they both looked like a couple of sweaty, parboiled turtles climbing out of their shells. “Hello, gorgeous.” She laughed. It hurt her throat, but she laughed. “Hey, handsome.

Parker: She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A rightness. She’d always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.

When you love someone, you have to be with them, don't you? To be part of their life, to have them be part of yours." Glory in Death

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

You're excuses are so lame they're limping.

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.

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