Teresa Medeiros Quotes

Let's face it - online promotion of your books could easily become a full-time career if you're not careful. But if you're not writing regularly, then it won't be long before there's nothing to promote.

prayer and persistence, the good Lord will provide.

I honestly believe life is a combination of laughter and tears, and it's almost always better to laugh than to cry.

Older sisters are far more powerful than vampires. Not even garlic or a crucifix will keep us away when we're determined to meddle in your affairs.

I am a proud flag-flying geek at heart and definitely a Trekkie/Trekker!

That's my clever girl.

You removed my spectacles!"
A disbelieving snort of laughter escaped him. "The way you're taking on, you'd have thought I removed
your clothing!"
Samantha clutched at the high-necked bodice of her homely bottle-green day dress. "How do I know
you didn't?"
Silence hung between them, thicker than the heated air. Then his smoky voice dipped into low and
dangerous territory. "If I had removed your clothing, Miss Wickersham, I can assure you it would have
been worth waking up for.

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I've always said a romance hero can be deeply flawed ... as long as he's willing to rush into a burning building to rescue a basket of kittens.

I hope you don't mind the intrusion," she said. "I thought we'd air out your chambers while you were
downstairs at breakfast."
"We?" he repeated ominously, wondering just how many witnesses there were going to be to her
murder.

How could I have let you do any of those things when I've never even seen your face? When I don't even know your name?"
"That may be true," he said quietly, "but for just a moment there, I would have sworn you knew my heart.

When a group of ultra-opinionated, uber-creative romance authors get together, I'm sure you guys can imagine how fast the ideas start flying!

A lady has every right to defend herself against unsought advances. And creatures of the night.

You care enough to play hard to get.

Not since the serpent
approached Eve in the Garden had a woman been so tempted by forbidden fruit.

Of course not! I knew you would protect me. You swore that you were strong enough to protect Vivienne, didn't you? How can you promise to protect my sister, but not trust yourself to keep me safe?"
The music swelled to a crescendo. Although Adrian kept her imprisoned against the muscular length of his body, he gave up all pretense of dancing. "Because I don't lose my wits every time Vivienne walks into a room. I don't toss and turn in my bed every night dreaming of making love to her. She doesn't drive me to distraction with her endless questions, her incessant snooping, her harebrained schemes." His voice rose. "I can trust myself to protect your sister because I'm not in love with her!

When her father offered him her hand in marriage and a fortune in gold and jewels as a reward, Burke informed him that he would be content with nothing more than a kiss.'"
"Her father must have been a most excellent kisser," Clarinda replied, lifting the book to hide her face altogether.

Before you came into my life,
I believed that God had abandoned me.
Now I know that He has blessed me beyond measure.
-sir Bannor-

He was nothing but a shadow on the horizon when that old basset hound of his escaped from the sheriff's office and went loping down the street. When she reached the edge of town, she sank down on her grizzled haunches, threw back her head, and let out a howl that broke nearly every heart that heard it.
Later, there would be many who would swear he'd reined in his mare and stood silhouetted against the sunset for a timeless moment.

There are elements of truth in all great fiction

No thanks, I've already eaten.

As all-consuming as a young girl's fancies were ... a woman's desires could be twice as dangerous.

I don't want to marry you. I don't want to want you," he added fiercely, taking one measured step toward her, then another. "And I sure as hell don't want to love you. But, God help me, I just can't stop myself." Closing the rest of the distance between them in a single stride, he snatched her up by the shoulders, his burning gaze searching her face as if to sear her features into his memory. "I don't want to marry you because I love you too much to ask you to spend the rest of your life hiding in the shadows.

MarkBaynard: You know what they say- dying is easy; comedy is hard.

We decided we wanted the site to provide readers with fresh new stories to enjoy between major book releases by their favorite authors while allowing those same authors to flex their creative muscles.

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. I thought I'd die for wanting you.

Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.

I will always respect the beliefs of fellow Christians who aren't comfortable reading or writing explicit love scenes, but I believe romances are beautiful and spiritual books that celebrate the best of what love has to offer and mirror the love God has for his children.

Don't U want someone to complete you the way Mini-Me completed Dr. Evil? Someone who shares the same tastes in music food who will finish
... my sentences? The last thing I need is someone stealing the punch lines to all my jokes.

Your growling and posturing might impress the sort of women you're accustomed to consorting with,but quite frankly, I find them to be a bit of a bore.
Portia to Julian

Some men still haven't come home from this war. And some men never will.

Esme slowly turned the picture over, her hands beginning to tremble again. Inscribed across the back of the photograph, in a woman's elegant script, were two words. The ink might have faded, but the sentiment would surely endure forever.
Dix's strong, warm arms went around her. He rested his cheek against hers as they whispered in unison,"My Darling".

Dreamer in Exile.

Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.

Princess," he whispered against her ear. "My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.

I've learned from numerous sources that e-mail marketing is still far more effective in driving book sales than social media. That's why we all get those e-mail blasts from Amazon every morning.

What are you doing?" she whispered, torn between hope and alarm.
"Making the biggest mistake of my life," he said grimly, before dragging her into his arms and claiming her lips in a wild and desperate kiss that stole both her breath and heart away.

As an only child, I may have been alone a lot, but I was never lonely. My invisible friends were my constant companions.

Don't be silly. People never stop looking for love.
Yeah, some of them don't even stop AFTER they've found it.

To Fate, a fickle mistress whose sense of justice is exceeded only by her sense of humor.

Since you're probably going to die, you might as well know- I love you nearly as much as I hate you."
His eyes fluttured just once as he murmured, "Me too.

We've all but abandoned soaps in our own culture. I lost my beloved 'Guiding Light' in 2009, and 'One Life to Live' was just the latest casualty to fall beneath the programming axes.

Even the geekiest of guys could get the girl if he read every romance novel that came out in any given month.

How could Mark be halfway across the world when she would have sworn he'd been in this room with her only seconds ago?

If I had a theme song it would probably be "B-Boys Makin' with the Freak Freak" by the Beastie Boys.

My lord! We thought you were
taking an afternoon nap!"
"Sorry to disappoint you," the earl of Sheffield drawled, his voice muffled by the rug. "Someone must
have forgotten to tuck me into my cradle.

I prefer to think of myself as a devout Narcissist.
What does that mean?
If the sun is shining, I thank God. If it rains, I blame him.

My heart, as you well know, Bright Eyes, has always been yours for the asking. Or the staking.

Abby_Donovan: I bet you were one of those uber-cool teachers like Mr.Chip, weren't you?
MarkBaynard: I was more like Mr.Kotter or that guy from GLEE who looks like the love child of Orlando Bloom & Justin Timberlake.
Abby_Donovan: Your female students were probably writing "I love you" on their eyelids and listening to "Don't Stand So Close to Me" on their Walkmans.
[ ... ]
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Mr.Schuester
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Miss Pillsbury
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Puck
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Rachel
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Kurt
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Quinn
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Finn
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Sue Sylvester, you heartless but oddly sexy beast
Abby_Donovan: Goodnight Artie
MarkBaynard: Goodnight Tweetheart ...

'What time is it,' you ask? According to 16 of my dearest writing pals, it's always time for a wonderful romance!

He had been willing to hold on to hope even when it looked like all hope was lost. She owed him no less.

Perhaps the two of us simply got off on the wrong foot, my lord.
You seem to have received the mistaken impression that I came to Fairchild Park to make your life more
difficult."
"The words 'a living hell' have come to mind more than once since your arrival."
She blew out a gusty sigh. "Contrary to what you may believe, I took this position so I could bring more
ease to your life."
"Just when were you planning to start?

Then you're a bigger fool than I thought. Since when has any man ever been worthy of the woman he loved? It's only by God's grace that they love us in spite of ourselves.

Oddly enough, it was Prudence he studied beneath his lashes, not MacKay. The words he spoke came straight from his heart. No. Because she felt ashamed. Because she felt dirty. After the things he did to her, she could never feel worthy of someone as fine as you.

I had a wonderful and very successful career in New York and had the privilege of working with some of the best editors and publishers in the business.

I am the one who needs rescuing. Save me ( ... ) Save me from going back to being the man I was before I came here. Save me from all the years of loneliness I'll have to endure without you in my arms. Save me from spending the rest of my life longing for a woman I can never have.

Nursemaid, you mean? Someone who can sing me to sleep at bedtime, spoon
porridge into my mouth, and wipe my" - he hesitated just long enough to make both servants cringe with
dread - "chinif I dribble?"
"I haven't the voice for lullabies and I'm sure you're perfectly capable of wiping your own ... chin,

They were old, their covers cracked and their bindings frayed, but as far as Gwendolyn was concerned that only made the words cocooned between their musty pages more precious.

Suddenly I could control every aspect of publishing, and it was incredibly empowering! I didn't have to sit by the phone any longer waiting for things to happen because I was the one making them happen. That's why I decided to start Amber House Books.

Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world..
Morgan MacDonnell

Our Web sites and our e-mail lists are the two things that we control.

He would not kiss her mouth or allow her to caress him in tenderness. He broke his fierce silence only to whisper what wicked magic he was going to work until it took little more than the husky rasp of his voice in her ear to bring her to the brink of fulfillment. Had there been even a hint of brutality in his attentions, Holly might have brought herself to hate him, but his accomplished hands cherished her flesh as if it were his own private altar. She'd never known such unbridled ecstasy. Or such misery.

He caught her by
the shoulders and gave her a hard little shake. "Do you think you're so charming in that silly little nightdress that I can't resist tumbling you? Do you think I have no pride when it comes to you?"
"B-b-but I - "
"Well, you're right," he shouted. "I don't!"
With that, his lips came down on hers

I wanted to prove myself worthy of the girl I loved. I wanted to be able to return and lay not only my heart, but the world, at her feet.

If you're not careful, the Internet will gobble up your entire life.

He was not a man to hide his emotions and if tested, his blue eyes would darken, gleaming like unfathomable gems.

His lips nuzzled her ear. "Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die," he whispered.

There are meaningful deaths. And there are absurd and utterly meaningless deaths. Unfortunately, you don't get to choose which one you get.

Me mum always told me the rich was blessed, but I thought she was talkin' about gold." She leaned over to cackle in his ear, then actually patted him on the head as if he was some slavering lapdog. "You might have escaped the gallows, lad, but you was already well hung.

Odd Thing to Read After an Autopsy: "He was in much better health than we expected." Well, yeah ... except for the DEAD part.

As he shook off his servant's grip and staggered heavily to his feet, the sunlight streaming through the outside door struck him full in the face.

Samantha gasped.

A fresh scar, still red and angry, bisected the corner of his left eye and descended down his cheek in a jagged lightning bolt, drawing the skin around it taut. It had once been an angel's face with the sort of masculine beauty reserved only for princes and seraphim.

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.