Without love, life was nothing but endless tasks and battles.
Ya were going to turn me into a rat? Had I known that I wouldn’t have tried to turn ya into a snake.
Do not pay attention to my cousins. Every family needs a couple idiots and we keep them around for entertainment.
A stóirín, ya are a handful of trouble, but I kind of like it.
He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, “And that was just my hand, love.
He’s not wearing…” Charlotte began.“I know. He doesn’t,” Lydia answered.
I think people need hope when times are tough. I think they also need escape and adventure and fantasy. Books are like cheap mini vacations.
I wish life were a fiction novel. Then everyone would have to do what I say.
I would make a HORRIBLE outlaw. I can plan the crime perfectly, but I’d also need to plan the outcomes to make it work.
Confession: I don’t want to be one of my characters. I’m mean to them sometimes. Really mean.
As an author I’m in my head all day and I worry that I lose touch with reality. But then my dog pees on my shoe and I know I’ve found it again.
I find it funny when people try to brag about being younger than me…like having lived less is an accomplishment. Makes me want to pat them on the head, lol. I’m comfortable with who I am.
Out of all the things I do, I think being a mom is the most important and satisfying.
If the weight comes from bacon you can so deduct it off the scale total to get your true weight. #science
I love my career. It is a career. A difficult one that takes many hours and total dedication to my craft. It is also what I was born to do–tell stories and entertain.
I heart my job. I get to make things up for a living.
The web is a dangerous place for a mind begging to slack off and be distracted by nonsense.
People should know better than to be an ass in front of writers. We immortalize things. Lots of things. And we take liberties with character descriptions.
My cat mocks me frequently. It’s the universe’s way of keeping me from getting too big of an ego.
Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an ‘off’ day. Trust me, good things will come of it.
Apparently, the princes had found the only four women in the universes who didn’t dream of being royal, rich and adored by their husbands.
He knew for certain that she belonged forever in his arms, just as he knew she didn’t realize it yet.
Am I on your walk of shame? You did sleep with the right MacGregor, didn’t you?
Publishing is a business and writing is an art. The two have to be crammed together despite the clearly different motivations behind them.
I don’t want to move out of bed.” “I don’t want to move out of bed either. Let’s live here.
For ya, love, I will be anything ya want… even a potato.
Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?” Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. “I mean, it’s almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.
Ya smell like honey,” he said. “I’m allergic to bees,” she whispered. “I’ll do my best not to sting ya, love.
He took her hand from her head and held it in his. “Your beauty could make a rose blush.” “Are you… drunk?
Is he all right?” Jane asked. “Oh, sure, probably losing a fight against a squirrel,” Angus said. “Or his shadow…
So, the MacGregors.” “Yeah.” Jane nodded with a long sigh. “The MacGregors.” “I don’t get what the big deal is with them,” Charlotte said. “If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal—” Annabelle tried to break in.
Damn, I would give anything to see that man naked,” Charlotte whispered. “How could you only say he was ‘all right’?
If Scotsmen don’t wear anything under their kilts and they ride a horse, do you think they chafe their manbits?
She didn’t even want to think of how hellish it would be if all the MacGregors made her feel like this one did, all hot and shaky. She’d have to move to the Arctic Circle before the month was out just to cool off.
My energies have been drained.Masturbating too much will do that.
Emotions like these didn’t happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn’t or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.
For your next act, please don’t pull any rabbits out of my… well, hat.”….He licked playfully at her mouth. “And ya can’t call my manhood ‘rabbit’.
For your next act, please don’t pull any rabbits out of my… well, hat.”….He licked playfully at her mouth. “And ya can’t call my manhood ‘rabbit’.At least give it a manly name I can brag about.
The dreams that were buried the deepest were the hardest to get rid of.
If I want to dress up like Princess Leia and lightsaber fight the clone army in my living room, well the Han Solo in my life is just going to have to accept it.
I’m like a stray cat. If you feed me, I don’t leave.
I look at life as an adventure. Each new chapter brings new opportunities.
The long years had taught him that everything worked itself out given enough time, and some things would always be the way fate wished them to be.
Soft flesh mingled with defiant will to create one frustratingly perfect woman.
This is not a white and black business we are in. There are messy shades of crimson haunting us in everything we do.
He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up after a few lousy years. She was a coward.
Does talking to yourself in the voice of your fictional character count as being social?
When people get into their 30s plus “boyfriend” sounds weird…if you really think about it. Instead, I think we should universally start using the term “manfriend” or “snookie bookie cuddles pie”.
Indie publishing lets me feed my inner control freak.
If I propose to myself and myself says yes, I get to have the cake, right? I love me, so I’m thinking 12 tiers.
The Baby Name book can be a very dangerous tool in the hands of a prolific author.
Life is too short to dwell in the negativity all the time.
Any woman would have to be dead not to be attracted to the walking mass of sexy that was Erik MacGregor.
I confess… if I typo a Facebook post I will edit it. I know it’s only Facebook but it’s an editing sickness.
There is so much more to marriage than who makes the money. Some of the hardest parts don’t come with a paycheck.