Don't ever be afraid to live. Because though dying is easy when compared to living.

And then he pressed into her. First his thighs, then his middle, his chest, and finally his mouth. She made a whimpering sound, but its definition wa….

You can only write by putting words on a paper one at a time..

Should men and women be equal in all things? Absolutely. But I'm old-fashioned in that I like the differences between the sexes. My male characters a….

What do you want? What are you willing to give up to get it? Writing requires you make sacrifices. Be prepared to work hard to be a writer..

She shook her head slowly. “I don’t believe you. You can’t be a cop.” “Not a cop.” “Federal agent?” “FBI.” “Even more unlikely.” “J. Edgar rolls over….

i'm going to marry you. i thought you'd like to know in case you wanted to buy a dress or something..

For each book, there's a back story of where the idea came from. Sometimes it's derived from a current event or topic of discussion. Often it begins ….

In order to win everything, a woman must know to lose..

It takes far less courage to cling to the past than it does to face the future"..

I'm sure you could have. Fending off unwanted male attention is a skill every attractive woman must acquire. But you're also a lady who was reluctant….

Ah, but being in love made you mean and crazy. Love made you act like a fool even when you knew you were acting like a fool and couldn't help yoursel….

I made straight A's and never got into any trouble, and I still impose those standards on myself. So writing is my chance to escape and become the sl….

I think of my books now as suspense novels, usually with a love story incorporated. They're absolutely a lot harder to write than romances. They take….

Moving between her thighs, he stretched out above her, then thrust into her. Once. Because, as he did everything, he acted without hesitation or apol….

I try to weave a secret into each plot. It's the thread that holds the rest of the story fabric together. In fact, it's the reason for the story. I h….

Life was precious. Life was fragile. Here one moment, gone the next. Every second should be milked for all it's worth because you never know when the….

If you loved people, you might hurt them, dissapoint them, anger them, but you never, ever, dishonored them..

Even knowing the ending was sad, I wouldn't have deprived myself the beauty of the story..

I love being the bad guy, simply because I was always so responsible, so predictable growing up..

He won't hurt me. I have a secret weapon..