“Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as she pressed closer. Then her lips parted to his, and there was no mistaking the passion in her response. Wild and sweet His eyes were closed, but in his min...”

“He felt lightheaded, almost dizzy, as he deepened the kiss, his fingers curling lightly around the tendrils of her hair. His other arm encircled her waist, pressing her closer, and for a moment he ...”

“Its ok, he murmured. Ive got you.”

“What, Rudolph wasn’t available?”

“It’s ok,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

“...I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday - the longer, the better - from the great boarding-school, where we are for...”

“He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of ho...”

“The Christmas presents once opened are Not So Much Fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty-five days late...”

“Any man's a fool who lets himself be a wage-earning slave, today.”

“If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms”

“I had fallen too far. I was in love with Rush Finlay.”

“Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.”

“Im a little bit of a plot junkie. I like stakes in my books. Sometimes storytelling gets a bit of a bad rap. Plots easy or theres a higher art we are all aspiring to. Yes, first and foremost we are...”

“See my blog at crossedeyesanddottedtees.wordpress.com for more of my writing.”