When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.

I write about the men you want to read about but don't necessarily want to be married to.

There was something about a man with a shovel, and the sweat on his neck might as well have been chocolate sauce. It wasn't fair. Brains and brawns should be two separate categories, not bundled into one irresistible package. She needed to pull herself together before she went after him with a spoon. But where to start?

There's nothing sexier in a man than intelligence.

‎"There’s no such thing as mistakes – only a lack of foresight.

We’re all works in progress, honey. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve had to work harder than most.

But even as she told herself that, she remembered the way Cal had looked today with his shirt off while he’d stood on the ladder and scraped the side of Annie’s house. Watching those muscles bunch and flex every time he moved had made her crazy and she’d finally grabbed his shirt, thrown it at him, and delivered a stern lecture on the depletion of the ozone layer and skin cancer.