I despise stereotypes. A gay man can be a macho athlete, or he can be an interior designer or any career in… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
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… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
“Spencer talked to Trace." Aha! "That--" "And Trace told Dare. But no one told me because you swore everyone to secrecy, and I have… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
Having kids is the deal-breaker on shyness! Once you have a baby, you learn to speak up loud and clear to protect them, defend… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
“Her concerned gaze skimmed over him. "Are you able to move much?" Now we're talking. "The hips work just fine, honey. Course, it'd probably… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
“She eyed his gorgeous body, and raised a brow. “Doing a little flaunting of your own this morning, huh?” “In deference to your delicate… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
“Joe hid his grin. "A little grab-ass is not accosting." At the worst of times, Luna could amuse him. And now he finally had… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
I would never write something that made me uncomfortable. Im not sure its even possible. — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
“Planning to be a seducer was difficult enough. Talking about it with the seducee would be impossible.” — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
“Sounding hoarse, Dare whispered, "Tell me what you want." The feel of his broad, strong hand against her left her quaking inside - in… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
But love was strange. It distorted your perspective and played havoc with your logic. — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
“While Molly stood off to the side laughing, both dogs bounding around her, Priss snuggled up against Matt and got twirled right off her… — Lori Foster Copy Share Image
