She, as no other ever could, reached every corner of his heart. His joy, and his salvation.

Marry me, Rebecca...You might as well say yes. I'll just talk you into it.

The most important thing is you can't write what you wouldn't read for pleasure. It's a mistake to analyze the market thinking you can write whatever is hot. You can't say you're going to write romance when you don't even like it. You need to write what you would read if you expect anybody else to read it.

squats are a form of torture designed by people who don’t need to do squats in the first place

People and relationships never stop being a work in progress

When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.