Some Things In Life Are Out Of

In The Summer Of 80, Silhouette Bought My First Book.

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.'

You Didn’t Hurt Me, The Situation Did. And Now That I Know Why I Felt That Way, It Won’t Hurt.

But Roarke Doesn't Feel Weird About It. He's Full Of It, The Love, I Mean. And When He Loves Me, Things That Never Worked In Me Did - Do. It Was Easier When They Didn't Work, But It's Better When They Do. You Know?

Marry Me, Rebecca...you Might As Well Say Yes. I'll Just Talk You Into It.