Quotes from Helen Brooks

And a man who is stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers does not deserve you anyway.

Variety is definitely the spice of life but I love writing office romances (I was a secretary before I became a writer), because it's every girl's dream to meet that gorgeous hunky boss who sweeps her off her feet and takes her out of her dull routine.

shirtsleeves rolled up to expose tanned, muscled forearms. He looked sensational, even better than she remembered. No man should have so much; it wasn't

love, real love, doesn't choose where it wants to go; it just happens. There's no rhyme or reason to it very often, and certainly it defies logic. But it happens and that's that Fait accompli.

I don't just want to be loved—I want to be needed.

My little kitten is scratchy today.