He and his brothers were heroes at heart – even if they were all bad boy on the outside

If I was in deep shit with Lilian before, I was snorkeling at the waste treatment plant now.

If the Mob was after you, the last thing you felt was alive. If the Mob was after you, it was only a matter of time before you were as dead as a doorknob. But...

Like two lost souls, we fall in each other’s arms, hoping to find ourselves again.

Indignation is often the best defense.

It is extremely Sad to think that while nature is talking,humankind is not listening.

These were not the belongings of the past prisoner he had imagined. These were a lady’s things—hairpins and stockings and a glove. There were more clues waiting but William no longer felt certain he wanted...

I’ll carry you.” But she was already holding on, and though she knew she’d have to soon, she didn’t see how she’d ever be able to let go of him.

I’d like to see you try that in five inch heels!

Brannagh Maloney had lived with disappearances all her life. They were as familiar to her as the changing of the Fundy tides. People who disappeared left cast-off shadows of themselves, murky tremblings that slunk out...

Read my book and you shall know thee

The reader is the final arbiter.

Would the man in the cabin have come after them? Would he have sent someone else? Or would he have never even known they were there and they could have just gone back to normal...

Shadowed beneath his brow bone were cold dark eyes containing secrets and sadness, bitterness and grief.

What did he want? What did he mean he was in the right place?

No matterwhat he did to make Claire’s life better or show her he’d changed, these memories would always linger in the recesses of his mind. For the rest of his life, he’d know what he’d...

And what if you’re trying to knock out another man,” she said, sarcastic. There was no expression in his cool blue eyes. “Then I kiss him,” he said in the calmest of voices. “Now you...

Would you dare to walk with the beast on the dark side of the moon?

For me, writing isn’t about money and fame. It’s about passion, an art form that I want to share with the world, expand the horizons to new worlds, new experiences, and new adventures.

Be careful, if I didn’t know better, I would think you’re sounding jealous.””Good thing you know better.

You need time for the grief to heal, for the memories to fade in sharpness, time to adjust your expectation for the future. Be gentle with yourself, you’ll make it.

Many things I’ve personally seen keep leading me to the same conclusion. In reality, the impossible doesn’t exist.

Now, a month later, I sit, foggy, a similar state of mind, in a different seafood restaurant with a locals-know-every-secret bar, two happy hour martinis downed, fidgeting with my napkin below the lip of the...

Am I in trouble? He chortled, “well, a bunch of not-so-friendly thugs were waiting to ambush you and blow up your apartment. If that doesn’t qualify as trouble, I don’t know what does.

As a fiction writer I am not always sure where reality ends and non reality begins, when sane thoughts become less than sane, or what is imagination versus undiscovered truth, but ultimately, it is my...

Mark had a better chance interpreting body language at Madame Tussauds.

She’s alone, Inserted so deep in her blankets; I’m going to need a map to find her.

It was the fear of good things happening, because they, sooner or later, would lead to something bad.

In Paris, the dance was everything. The dance of romance was what a man could remember in his old age. Didn’t all young Americans come to Europe in search of that kind of romance?

I always assumed it owed more to the fact that he didn’t like me.

You always were the hot head. You got a temper in you that can’t be tamed, yet you also got a soft spot for stray dogs, kids in trouble and damsels in distress. See why...

Leaning forward he placed his lips over hers. She told herself he was breathing life into her, but the truth was he’d always been sucking it out, slowly, one breath at a time. – From...

It took me most of my childhood to realize that traditions have infinite power over us.-MUKTA

In the end, it doesn’t matter, but I wanted you to know; I needed you to know because I read your text to Sarah. You told her I was everything you never thought you could...

Blood doesn’t make a family.

Her body was spattered with tiny bits of the reverend’s flesh and blood, like someone had combined shrimp and tomato soup and then forgot to put the lid on the blender.

An hour before his world exploded like a ripe tomato under a stiletto heel, Myron bit into a fresh pastry that tasted suspiciously like urinal cake.

God allows us to face the tension whether we like it or not.

No matter which way you dice it, self-preservation is selfish.

Anything and everything made her think about him. He was so much a part of her, embedded in her soul. [Mina and Diego]

Your mother is holding your hand too tightly. You whimper and cling to her dress, because you know what will happen next. She stares at you, as if she’s forgotten how to blink. There’s one...

Michelle: It wasn’t my house. It was owned by a brownie couple who owned it and rented out suites. There were a few long-term renters, like me, but it also functioned as a bed and...

—Quería preguntártelo algún día, cuando fuera el momento adecuado, pero hemos comenzado a hablar…[…]—La miró a los ojos mientras le acariciaba la mejilla con los nudillos—. Estoy ante ti sin nada, bella, solo te entrego...

If you can get to be you, why can’t I get to be me?

I know you. Perversity is your aphrodisiac.

I believe that on any trip to heaven, there are always detours through hell.

Distance and time and a whitewashed mind hadn’t kept a child from growing, from existing, from demanding a place on this earth.

The trap I remember forever: how they got out I have long since forgotten.

…We were pulling into the next station, when the woman suddenly got to her feet and made a move to squeeze past me. As her knees made contact with mine, she turned towards me. Her...

No wonder Thanksgiving was my favorite—you can’t buy it, wrap it, or put it under a tree, and even the greeting card companies can’t seem to make a buck off of it. It’s just a...