Two women can't share a house comfortably, no matter how fond they might be of each other. It's got to be one woman's kitchen.

...She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.

I don't fiddle or edit or change while I'm going through that first draft.

People who say not to speak ill of the dead are hypocrites, because you can take it ot the bank they're thinking ill.

What’s the point of playing if winning isn’t the goal?

I want to keep you, till the end of days.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.