Quotes from Karen Robards

My parents did not encourage romances.

The good romances are as good as anything.

My orange Persian Mews hangs out with me while I write.

I start writing with only the vaguest idea about who my characters are and what is going to happen, and the characters and plot come into existence as I go. I've tried doing it the other way, but for me, outlining is a waste of time because I never follow the outline.

I love 'The Guardian' series. Bianca St. Ives is one of my favorite heroines ever, and the combination of action, suspense, and romance makes her story pure fun to write.

I thought I was too intellectual to read something like 'Sweet Savage Love.'

I write to please me, and I've been very lucky. It's like playing baseball. You just keep swinging, and eventually you get a hit.

I came out of what we romance writers call The Romance Ghetto, because we get so little respect.

To move up to hardcover is a way of getting more attention for my books. It means a lot to me: It means my books are legitimate.

The year I turned 16, I spent the weeks before Christmas dropping hints to my parents about how much I wanted - no, needed - my own transportation.

My books are about ordinary people caught up in extraordinary situations.

I was in law school at the University of Kentucky and realized I didn't really like law school, so I took a creative writing course for something different.

Whoever it was who'd said life's a bitch didn't know the half of it. Death was the bitch's bigger, badder sister.

There's no shame in crying, you know. You've been so strong, my brave girl, but you don't have to be strong now. There's nobody here but you and me, and you've had a hell of a night. Actually, a hell of a few years. Cry all you want.

Love, Caroline decided as she looked at him, was a strange thing. Like a persistent weed in a sea of pavement, it could survive in the nooks and crannies of the heart, and just when you thought it had been completely ripped out by the roots, it would shoot right back up.

you. Can you tell us your name, give us the name of

He's a soldier. We all fight in our own ways. And sometimes we do things we might not want to do." Otto hung his coat, then turned to look at her. "What you have to ask yourself is where you would be right now if he hadn't been there when you needed help. Remember Morocco?

her head and raised arm; her dimpled chin barely topped the

it was far less likely that the fact that his picture was on

When the dizziness subsided, when the waves that buffeted her withdrew, Genevieve was left with one certainty. The tie that bound mothers and daughters was like no other. It was eternal, stronger even than death.

As she'd already learned to her cost, there were no guarantees in life, no guarantees that the person you loved would be there from one day to the next, no guarantees about anything at all.

Snappin' necks beats killers cashin' checks. Oh, God, the stress was getting to her: she was channeling—well, mischanneling—Will Ferrell now.

He was an FBI agent, an investigator. He was doing his freaking job. He probably thought of making out with her as a nice perk, like dental insurance.

worrying about something you could do nothing about was useless;