Sweep Readers Off Their Feet With a Romance They'll Never ForgetIn "On Writing Romance," award-winning romance novelist Leigh Michaels talks you through each stage of the writing and publishing process. From the origins and evolution of the romance novel to establishing a vital story framework to...
Do you show the hero and heroine together, or do you begin with just one of them? Do you start with the heroine at work or at home, or the hero with his family or at his job? Do you show the character talking, acting, or thinking? Should you begin with the characters in normal life or absorbed in...
But Kit wasn’t worried about the atmosphere. Today, for the news conference she’d planned, the surroundings hardly mattered. And as for the bachelor auction itself—well, they’d just have to wait and see about that. Privately, she was still placing her bets on Jarrett refusing to have anything to ...
Although early evening, it was still hot. When he’d first asked her to join him for dinner, she’d been a little unsure as to whether she should accept. However, seeing as it wasn’t a date, why not? What harm could come from it? Besides, she hadn’t been that keen on having ...
“What’s wrong with you this morning?” she said finally. Kaye jumped, and looked up from the papers spread on her desk. “Are you talking to me?” “No, I’m asking the computer if it has indigestion. Of course I’m talking to you. You look as if you haven’t slept all weekend. I...
“Come on, girlfriend. Let’s get going.” Ginny stood on one foot and bent her other knee till her heel nearly touched her thigh. “You weren’t so impatient to get out on the path and start sweating last week. What’s going on?” “Nothing. I just want to get our walk in early so I can have dinner read...
She felt easily eighty years old because of the way he tucked her solicitously into a chair and inquired whether she would like a hot brick or a shawl or a tisane to help her recover from the long journey. The way he treated Sophie, though entirely different, was not much ...
Or, more accurately, the real problem was that Gavin’s urges were all too plain—and the woman in his arms was far too willing to accommodate his desires. Finally, in a last-ditch effort to keep his promise to himself that she would leave his bed still a virgin—no matter how fragile the distinctio...
Probably just his eyes, he decided, for nothing else seemed to be working right, either, in the wake of the most powerful orgasm he could remember. His brain was fuzzy and his muscles were limp, too.Not that he was feeling concern about any of it. Everything had worked just fine when it counted. ...