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He Pulled Himself Out Of Hard Times, Dealt With The Scars From It, Pushed Himself To Make A Mark. A Little Bit Of The Wild Side There, Always. I Told Myself, Oh No, I Won't Get Tangled Up With This One. And I Said It Again, Even When I Was Tangled Up.

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He Pulled Himself Out

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He Pulled Himself Out Of Hard Times, Dealt With The Scars From It, Pushed Himself To Make A Mark. A Little Bit Of The Wild Side There, Always. I Told Myself, Oh No, I Won't Get Tangled Up With This One. And I Said It Again, Even When I Was Tangled Up.

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...those Who Love Suffer When Who They Love Suffers.

I Was Having The Surreal Experience Of Having Myself Show Myself Around My Office And Bullpen.” “oh! My Desk. I Could’ve Sat At My Desk. I Could’ve Sat At Your Desk.” “no.” “it’s A Vid Set.” “even Then, No.

Roarke "i'll Drop You." Eve "no, Better I Catch A Cab Or Take The Underground. This Guy Sees Me Show Up In A Hot Car With A Fancy Piece Behind The Wheel, He's Not Going To Like Me." Roarke "you Know How I Love Being Referred. To As Your Fancy Piece." Eve "sometimes You're My Love Muffin.

Moments Came And Went, She Thought. It Was Love That Bound Them Together Into A Life.

I Find Myself Fascinated By A Man Who Admits To Enjoying Fairy Tales And Uses The Word "impinge"- Barely Misses A Beat While Indulging In A Brief Girl-on-girl Fantasy. You're A Man Of Layers, Ford." Me And Shrek, We're Onions.

Magic Exists. Who Can Doubt It, When There Are Rainbows And Wildflowers, The Music Of The Wind And The Silence Of The Stars? Anyone Who Has Loved Has Been Touched By Magic. It Is Such A Simple And Such An Extraordinary Part Of The Lives We Live.

You Can’t Go Back. Can’t Fix What Broke. But You Can Go Forward. And Every Step Matters. Every One Makes A Difference.” She Pushed Away From The Desk, Cupped His Face In Her Hands. “from Where I’m Standing, You’re The Best Step I Ever Took.

Making A Difference

Do You Know What Happens When You Always Look Before You Leap?" She Reached Out And Touched His Hand Before Hurrying Toward The Door. "you Hardly Ever Make The Jump.

I Fear Feeling My Heart Break A Second Time, Because I'm Not Sure I Could Survive It. I'd Rather Live Alone Than Risk The Pain.

I Think I've Just Lost Five Pounds In Fear Sweat." Peabody Mopped At Her Face. "now I Want A Cannoli. I Don't Know Why." With A Laugh, Roarke Shifted To Grin At Her. "i'll Buy You A Dozen, Precious." "cannolis, For God's Sake.

Do You Remember The First Time We Made Love?" He Touched His Lips To Hers As He Said It. "we Rode Up In The Elevator Like This And Couldn't Keep Our Hands Off Each Other, Couldn't Get To Each Other Quick Enough. I Was Mad For You. I Wanted You More Than I Wanted To Keep Breathing. I Still Do." He Deepened The Kiss As The Elevator Doors Opened. "it's Never Going To Change.

To Fate And The Strange Way That It Twists Us All Together.

Heroism's Just Doing More Than You Want To Do Or Think You Can. Sometimes It's Just Doing The Crappy Things, The Unhappy Things Other People Won't Do....it's Not Just Jumping Out Of A Plane Onto A Glacier Ten Thousand Feet Up Because There's Nobody Else There To Do It. It's Getting Out Of Bed In The Morning When It Seems Like Too Much Trouble.

He Pulled Himself Out Of Hard Times, Dealt With The Scars From It, Pushed Himself To Make A Mark. A Little Bit Of The Wild Side There, Always. I Told Myself, Oh No, I Won't Get Tangled Up With This One. And I Said It Again, Even When I Was Tangled Up.

Sex Might Satisfy, Food Might Fuel, Love Might Sustain, But Without Coffee, What Is The Point?

Nothing Worthwhile Is Ever Without Complications.

You All Right?" Diana Let Out A Deep Breath. "ask Me Again When I'm Not Praying.

I Believe Strongly In Writing Groups Such As Romance Writers Of America That Offer Support, Information And Networking.

I Got You A Present." "did You?" "it's A Book Of Poetry--romancy Stuff. I Thought, 'how Schmaltzy Is That,' So It Seemed Like The Thing. Then I Screwed Up And Left It In My Desk At Work

He Loves Me." "you Sound Surprised." "nobody Ever Did. Not Like This. It's Easy To Say, For Some People. The Words. But It's Not Just Words With Roarke. He Sees Inside Me, And It Doesn't Matter.

I'm Just Full Of Surprises." Watching Her, He Waved The Wrapped Bar From Side To Side. "you Can Have The Candy If You Sit On My Lap." That Sounds Like Something Perverted Old Men Say To Young, Stupid Girls." I'm Not Old, And You're Not Stupid." He Sat, Patted His Knee. "it's Belgian Chocolate." Just Because I'm Sitting On Your Lap And Eating Your Candy Doesn't Mean You Can Cop A Feel," She Said As She Folded Into His Lap.

I Decided To Write Category Romance As I'd Recently Discovered Them, And Enjoyed Them.

If You Write In Category, You Write Knowing There's A Framework, There Are Reader Expectations.

What Was Your Secret?" That Brought Another Smile. "learn To Laugh, Otherwise, You'll Beat Them To Death With A Hammer First Chance

Actually, I Find It Great Fun To Develop Family Series With Lots Of Characters.

"what Was That Technique You Were Using On Those Bastards?" "an Ancient Form Called Kicking Ass."

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.

I'm Not Putting Up With This," She Continued. "you Can't Even Go Out And Buy A Solar System Without Worrying I'll Fall Apart. How Are You Supposed To Get Anything Done?" "actually, I'm Not In The Market For A Solar System Right At The Moment.

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