Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
You care enough to play hard to get.
there are elements of truth in all great fiction
Before, you were only a dream. Now you're a dream come true
Romance writers and readers have one thing in common: We love men.
If you're not careful, the Internet will gobble up your entire life.
Our Web sites and our e-mail lists are the two things that we control.
Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.
There are two words that send romance authors into spasms of rapture: 'Downton Abbey.'
He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.
A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.
His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die,” he whispered.
To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.
A lady has every right to defend herself against unsought advances. And creatures of the night.
As all-consuming as a young girl's fancies were ... a woman's desires could be twice as dangerous.
Twitter is the perpetual cocktail party where everyone is talking at once but nobody is saying anything.
We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.
Even the geekiest of guys could get the girl if he read every romance novel that came out in any given month.
'What time is it,' you ask? According to 16 of my dearest writing pals, it's always time for a wonderful romance!
I honestly believe life is a combination of laughter and tears, and it's almost always better to laugh than to cry.
If not for my mom, I wouldn't be a writer today. When I was a little girl, I rarely saw her without a book in her hand.
As an only child, I may have been alone a lot, but I was never lonely. My invisible friends were my constant companions.
Princess,” he whispered against her ear. “My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.
Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world.. Morgan MacDonnell
Before you came into my life, I believed that God had abandoned me. Now I know that He has blessed me beyond measure. -sir Bannor-
When a group of ultra-opinionated, uber-creative romance authors get together, I'm sure you guys can imagine how fast the ideas start flying!
I've always said a romance hero can be deeply flawed... as long as he's willing to rush into a burning building to rescue a basket of kittens.
I had a wonderful and very successful career in New York and had the privilege of working with some of the best editors and publishers in the business.
I've always said men should study romance novels to find out how women think and what they want, both during the courtship phase and in a lifelong partner.
Then you're a bigger fool than I thought. Since when has any man ever been worthy of the woman he loved? It's only by God's grace that they love us in spite of ourselves.
I'm especially interested in projects from authors who were always wonderful writers but who got stuck in the midlist mire due to the challenges of traditional publishing.
Elizabeth Taylor was an incurable romantic at heart. She never gave up on the notion that a love strong enough to last a lifetime was waiting for her around the next corner.
We've all but abandoned soaps in our own culture. I lost my beloved 'Guiding Light' in 2009, and 'One Life to Live' was just the latest casualty to fall beneath the programming axes.
Max: "You'll never be good enough to deserve her, you know." Ash: "God doesn't always give you what you deserve," Ash said quietly. "Sometimes he gives you what you can't live without.
I've learned from numerous sources that e-mail marketing is still far more effective in driving book sales than social media. That's why we all get those e-mail blasts from Amazon every morning.
Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.
Others may prefer mindless entertainment, but on Sunday nights, you'll find me parked right in front of my television, munching popcorn and improving my intellect by watching 'Masterpiece Classic.'
We decided we wanted the site to provide readers with fresh new stories to enjoy between major book releases by their favorite authors while allowing those same authors to flex their creative muscles.
Let's face it - online promotion of your books could easily become a full-time career if you're not careful. But if you're not writing regularly, then it won't be long before there's nothing to promote.
It's true that romance novels do detail the courtship phase of a relationship. We usually write 'And they lived happily ever after' before our heroine starts snoring or our hero starts tossing his socks over the hamper.
When I know I'm going to work on a cover, I practically run to the computer! After working with words for so long, it's lovely to do something that's creative yet also the professional equivalent of scribbling in your own coloring book.
Suddenly I could control every aspect of publishing, and it was incredibly empowering! I didn't have to sit by the phone any longer waiting for things to happen because I was the one making them happen. That's why I decided to start Amber House Books.
I will always respect the beliefs of fellow Christians who aren't comfortable reading or writing explicit love scenes, but I believe romances are beautiful and spiritual books that celebrate the best of what love has to offer and mirror the love God has for his children.
Love isn't a burst o' trumpets and a flock o' doves descendin' out o' the heavens to roost on yer heads. Tis sharin' a cup o' tea by the hearth on a cold winter's night. 'Tis the look in yer husband's eyes when ye lay yer first child in his arms. Tis the ache in yer heart when ye watch the light in his eyes dim fer the last time, and know a part o' ye has gone out o' this world with him.
You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teeth) left to gum those puckered lips. I shall love you when your bones are sharp enough to pierce my fragile flesh. I shall love you when the light in my own eyes fades for good and yours is the last sweet face I see. Because I am and ever shall be.