“You know what I used to dream about, in stir?" His voice was hoarse, the words low and fast and faintly guttural. "I used to dream about you. You were the only clean and good and decent thing left in… — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
“There's something I gotta tell you," he said in a confidential tone as he leaned toward her. His face was close to hers, too close. He was making her uncomfortable again, as he no doubt intended. That notion stiffened her… — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
My books are about ordinary people caught up in extraordinary situations. — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
I love 'The Guardian' series. Bianca St. Ives is one of my favorite heroines ever, and the combination of action, suspense, and romance makes… — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
The year I turned 16, I spent the weeks before Christmas dropping hints to my parents about how much I wanted - no, needed… — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
“He smiled then, a slow smile that sent the blood racing through her veins. Lora felt the throbbing inside her intensify until she was… — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
To move up to hardcover is a way of getting more attention for my books. It means a lot to me: It means my… — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
“Over my dedad body, was his first thought. His second? No, over Carl's.” — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
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. — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
“Lora followed his eyes to the subject of their conversation. He was such a masculine man, tall and strong and sure of himself, cocky… — Karen Robards Copy Share Image
