You--Roarke." Eyes watering, she reached for more tissue. "Jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, you never sleep with anybody. And you're telling me you slept with Roarke?" "That's not precisely accurate. We didn't sleep.

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

You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.

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

A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.

Luck is luck ... What we do with it determines whether it's good or bad.

Abby: "You were great. I don't know what I'd have done without you." Dylan: "You'd have done fine. That's one of the most intimidating things about you." Abby: "Intimidating? Me?" Dylan: "It isn't easy for a man to get involved with a woman who's totally capable of handling anything that comes along... It isn't easy for a man to believe that there are woman who can not only do those things but enjoy them... [But] it's all natural for you isn't it? It's incredible.