Quotes from Lori Foster

I'm up before 6, but then I'm parked in front of the PC until noon.

The charity work is just a part of what I do. Like... I make time to clean my house, to care for my pets, to visit my extended family, because those things are important to me. Same with helping others.

I'm truly, 100% guided by the characters and my Muse. If one of the characters suddenly decided to do something very different, I'd just go with it. It's much easier to let the Muse drive than for me to try to steer.

After 'A Perfect Storm' came out, I heard from a young reader, who had suffered a similar background as 'Arizona,' that I had helped her to find peace. That was the most amazing thing in the world to me.

Now, and in the future, my focus is entirely on pets and children. I'm not a person who can turn a blind eye to injustice against them.

I couldn't write a female who fell to pieces every time something didn't go right in her life. She would just annoy me too much.

The men I write can be intense, quiet, outspoken and outrageous, deadly or fun... but I would never waste time on a hero who wasn't honorable, who didn't protect those who couldn't protect themselves, who didn't value children and pets, who wasn't independent and unselfish.

I love the water. Everything about it. Smelling the humidity in the air, seeing the mist rise in the morning, feeling the dew-wet grass on my bare feet. I love watching the fish jump and the geese land. We even have an eagle here that circles every so often.

I definitely could not write a character that was cruel or unconcerned with animal welfare. For me, not just as a writer but for the person I am, I love animals.

I'm telling you now. Without knowing for sure if you sent them, or why, I was left to my own discretion. If you want me to bother you with every little detail that comes up, just say so. He shrugged. But I was under the impression that you wanted me to handle shit. Murray's face reddened with bluster. I do, damn it. They were shit, Trace explained. They've been handled.

When Trace simply held her hands out to her sides and looked at her, Priss asked, Are we going to have sex now? His mouth twitched, and his gaze warmed, but he sounded dead serious when he said, Yeah, I think we are.

you know what I see when I look at you

She stared up at him and for an instant his expression went soft all over her before he turned away, gritting his teeth. Dean felt her gentle touch everywhere, in places he'd never thought about before. Like his heart.

Be smart and take your pert little ass out the door and away from danger." Pert little ass? Frowning, she looked behind herself. From what she could see, her ass—pert or otherwise—looked nonexistent thanks to the shape of her skirt.

You're going to hurt yourself." She worked up a few tears, letting them glisten on her long dark lashes. " You're hurting me." "Not yet," Trace told her, unmoved by the false show of emotion. "But the idea of putting you over my knee gets more tempting by the second.

Though Chris was well trusted by both of them, he rarely involved himself in business. "Matt will be here soon. Send him in when he arrives, and I'll go—" he bobbed his eyebrows. "—prepare your girlfriend." "She is not my—" Damn it, Chris was already walking away, rendering his protests useless.

Sometimes being a contrary bastard was a real pain.

If you'll just settle down and listen, I'll explain. Cautiously, he turned her around so she faced him. Then, before she could protest, he looked at her mouth, appeared drawn there and he started kissing her again, light, teasing kisses. I swear, Frannie, you have the sexiest mouth. In about two seconds, I'm going to unman you with my knee. He released her and stepped back so quickly, she almost smiled. Now, if you insist, you can explain while you help me move my stuff. -Booker and Frannie

Beneath his well-trimmed goatee, Murray's mouth was flat and hard. "Bring her up to my office." And with that, he walked away to the private elevators. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Glaring at the girl, Trace asked, "Happy now?" She looked almost smug when she said, "Getting there." She gave a pointed look at his hand on her arm.

Tyler caught her wrist. You can't walk home now. It's raining. Believe me, it won't bother me a bit. Now, Carlie, don't be obstinate. Tyler, I'm dangerously close to laying you low. She had to get away from him. Now. Violence? My, my, your cold is making you surly. She tugged, but he didn't release her. Tyler, what did you intend to do today, before you came here and decided to harass me? I was going to harass Brenda, but you'll do better.

Presumably the car at the gate was Matt, the man who would work over Priss, head to toes. Even from a distance, Matt looked flamboyant with bleached-blond hair, dark shades and a purple convertible. It was unreasonable and it made little sense, but because he'd be working on Priss, Trace disliked him on sight.

Chris tilted his head to study her. "You're getting red." "I am not embarrassed about any of this." He rolled his eyes. "I meant from the sun. You need sunscreen if you're going to be down here. The water reflects everything, and you're fair-skinned." "Oh." She looked at her shoulders with disinterest. Indeed, they were already turning pink.

Planning to be a seducer was difficult enough. Talking about it with the seducee would be impossible.

Un hombre inteligente siempre sabe cuando retirarse a tiempo...pero un hombre aun mas inteligente sabe cuando volver a empezar