Michelle M. Pillow Quotes

I don't want to move out of bed."
"I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.

A stóirín, ya are a handful of trouble, but I kind of like it.

Indie publishing lets me feed my inner control freak.

Determined Prince (Captured by a Dragon-Shifter) A Dragon Lords Romance By Michelle M. Pillow

The Baby Name book can be a very dangerous tool in the hands of a prolific author.

My cat mocks me frequently. It's the universe's way of keeping me from getting too big of an ego.

My name is Kyran. You look like an honorable woman," he whispered, practicing what he would say to any prospective mate. "I have a home with my parents and my brother. There we will live and you will be part of our family. Would you like to give me many children?

I don't want a man to validate me or take care of me. If I have a man in my life, I want him to enhance me.

Ya were going to turn me into a rat? Had I known that I wouldn't have tried to turn ya into a snake.

Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an 'off' day. Trust me, good things will come of it.

If I propose to myself and myself says yes, I get to have the cake, right? I love me, so I'm thinking 12 tiers.

Ulric rushed forward to the pile as soon as the spikes were out of his way. The seneschal's wider frame lumbered with the effort it took him to kneel and he grunted under the strain. Swiping the sleeve of his brown tunic across his forehead, Ulric placed his arm before his nose as he leaned closer to the pelts.
Impatient, Vladamir watched Ulric pick through the skins. He followed silently behind, refusing to sheath his sword. The seneschal sat straight up in surprise.
"M'lord, it would appear to be a maiden amongst these pelts. Methinks I see the entrails of a rabbit in her hair," Ulric yelled through the sleeve of his tunic.

For some reason, when people meet me and find out I'm a writer they always ask if I write children's books. Um ... please don't let your kids read my books. Well, unless your kids are in their 30s or something ... then yeah, they're old enough. LOL

The web is a dangerous place for a mind begging to slack off and be distracted by nonsense.

Chocolate is medicinal. I just did another study that confirms it.

Sometimes, they just make coffee cups too small.

Confession: I don't want to be one of my characters. I'm mean to them sometimes. Really mean.

If the weight comes from bacon you can so deduct it off the scale total to get your true weight. #science

Iain MacGregor," she whispered longingly, looking up. The woods were quiet. Strips of moonlight shone through tree limbs that reached like surreal black fingertips across her vision. A single tear slid down her cheek. She touched her mouth, imagining his kiss.
Taking a small pocket knife out of her cargo pants, she looked about. A mystic had once told her that if she left pieces of herself around while she lived, it would expand her haunting territory when she died. Jane wasn't sure she believed in sideshow magic tricks - or the Old Magick as the mystic had spelled it on her sign. She had no idea what had possessed her to talk to the palm reader and ask about ghosts. Still, just in case, she was leaving her stamp all over the woods.
She cut her palm and pressed it to a nearby tree under a branch. Holding the wound to the rough bark stung at first, but then it made her feel better. This forest wouldn't be a bad eternity.
The sound of running feet erupted behind her and she stiffened. No one ever came out here at night. She'd walked the woods hundreds of times. Her mind instantly went to the creepy girl ghosts chanting by the stream.
"Whoohoo!"
Jane whipped around, startled as a streak of naked flesh sprinted past her. The Scottish voice was met with loud cheers from those who followed him. "Water's this way, lads, or my name isn't Raibeart MacGregor, King of the Highlands!"
Another naked man dashed through the forest after him. "It smells of freed

As an author I'm in my head all day and I worry that I lose touch with reality. But then my dog pees on my shoe and I know I've found it again.

It's a five pots of liquid sleep kind of morning.

People who make snide comments to authors like "anyone can write a book" or "well, you did it, so obviously I can/it can't be that hard" or poke at a book because it's "romance" or "genre fiction" and act like that somehow makes it substandard because they don't read it ... well, ok, go ahead. Write a bestseller. Don't forget to go through the correct edit process. We'll wait.

So, the MacGregors."
"Yeah." Jane nodded with a long sigh. "The MacGregors."
"I don't get what the big deal is with them," Charlotte said.
"If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal
" Annabelle tried to break in.

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When people get into their 30s plus "boyfriend" sounds weird ... if you really think about it. Instead, I think we should universally start using the term "manfriend" or "snookie bookie cuddles pie".

I love my career. It is a career. A difficult one that takes many hours and total dedication to my craft. It is also what I was born to do
tell stories and entertain.

I'm like a stray cat. If you feed me, I don't leave.

What good was living if a man didn't have a family?

You're right." Lydia sighed and closed her eyes. "If you hadn't of come, I wouldn't have had the
ability to detect what he truly was until it was too late. Your magick saved my life."
"Lydia, ya are my life," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "All I want is to protect ya,
forever.

Lydia Barratt, "táim in grá leat." Erik took a knee. "Say ya will marry me lassie.

I confess ... if I typo a Facebook post I will edit it. I know it's only Facebook but it's an editing sickness.

For your next act, please don't pull any rabbits out of my ... well, hat."
...
He licked playfully at her mouth. "And ya can't call my manhood 'rabbit'.

Alek didn't move, unsure what he could say or do to erase her pain. Like the rest of the Draig, he was a warrior, a fighter, used to the action of doing what needed to be done. But in this situation there was no giant fanged yorkin to hunt, no Var army to battle. There was only reality and the flawed nature of imperfect men. - Dragon Lords 6: The Stubborn Lord by Michelle M. Pillow - Coming 2013

Lydia had been fantasizing about him to the point she nearly drove him insane with it. It had taken four days for his energy to weaken inside her enough that he could go and visit her without fear she would throw him across the town in a gust of wind, and thus cause a scene. Although, getting run out of town after one day would be a new MacGregor record.

There's nothing sweet about me, love," he said.

Do not pay attention to my cousins. Every family needs a couple idiots and we keep them around for entertainment.

He's not wearing ... " Charlotte began.
"I know. He doesn't," Lydia answered.

Call of the Lycan Trilogy Three Book Bundle By Michelle M. Pillow

Am I on your walk of shame? You did sleep with the right MacGregor, didn't you?

Without love, life was nothing but endless tasks and battles.

A lie, when believed, became the truth.

Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?" Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. "I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.

I heart my job. I get to make things up for a living.

The long years had taught him that everything worked itself out given enough time, and some things would always be the way fate wished them to be.

Would ya like to
" Iain paused, shocked as the pretty woman turned and hurried away from him. To himself, he finished, "Get a drink with me?

I look at life as an adventure. Each new chapter brings new opportunities.

They say love is blind, but in your case I'm assuming it's also deaf, dumb, and completely brain dead.

Does talking to yourself in the voice of your fictional character count as being social?

If Scotsmen don't wear anything under their kilts and they ride a horse, do you think they chafe their manbits?

Everyone knows that if you eat a cookie, and the cookie next to it is broken, you're required to eat that broken cookie as well to keep the package looking clean.

Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane's shocked face in the tree limbs. "Oh, lassie."
"Oh, naked man," Jane teased before she could stop herself.

He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush."
"Are you ... drunk?

My energies have been drained.
Masturbating too much will do that.

Ya smell like honey," he said.
"I'm allergic to bees," she whispered.
"I'll do my best not to sting ya, love.

This is amazing," Jane said. "I show your sister a picture and she makes me food." "Should I be jealous? Ya didn't get this excited by my powers," Iain said. "You didn't tell me you could materialize cupcakes off a magazine picture," Jane said. "That's because he can't," Malina informed. "Oh, and I didn't tell you the best part. You get all the pleasure of eating but none of the weight. On the down side, none of the nutrition if you're locked somewhere without actual food.

Apparently, the princes had found the only four women in the universes who didn't dream of being royal, rich and adored by their husbands.

Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.

You are either a half-baked, baked, or burnt cookie. You decide, but you can't be all three in life. - Aunt Polly

Any woman would have to be dead not to be attracted to the walking mass of sexy that was Erik MacGregor.

You're a walking Christmas light?"
"No," he said a little defensively. "I'm a powerful warlock.

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She didn't even want to think of how hellish it would be if all the MacGregors made her feel like this one did, all hot and shaky. She'd have to move to the Arctic Circle before the month was out just to cool off.

Publishing is a business and writing is an art. The two have to be crammed together despite the clearly different motivations behind them.

I would make a HORRIBLE outlaw. I can plan the crime perfectly, but I'd also need to plan the outcomes to make it work.

I wish life were a fiction novel. Then everyone would have to do what I say.

Wait, I'm not done.. We didn't have a stuffed bear. And, since I'm not even sure what sort of beast a teddy bear is or where one would find it, I brought you a stuffed baldric instead. It will have to suffice. -Prince Quinn

He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up after a few lousy years. She was a coward.