In The Summer Of 80, Silhouette Bought

Hey. Hands Off.” ", "“please. Please, Please, Soooo Pretty. Lemme Just Have One Little Touch.” "“peabody, Isn’t It Embarrassing Enough You’re Wearing Pink Cowboy Boots, Again, Without Standing Here Drooling On My Coat?”", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

I Find I Use The Internet More And More. It's Just An Invaluable Tool. I Do Most Of My Research On The Net Now - And Certainly Do The Bulk Of My Communicating Through Email.

He Had Realised That Most Vital Of Humanities. He Had Touched Lives. And He Had Raised Three Boys That No One Had Wanted Into Men.

I Don't Think I Am A Traditional Romantic Who Thinks About Candlelight Dinners And Wonders If My Husband Is Going To Bring Me Flowers, Though I'm Delighted If He Does. I'm More Practical-minded. I Find It Incredibly Romantic That My Husband Does The Dishes.

My Fondest Wish, I Suppose, Would Be To Die At The Keyboard Right After Finishing A Book, Perhaps With A Little Time Off To Have Some Really Good Sex. It's Not, 'oh, Thank God, This Is Book No. 250. I Can Die Now.'