“Lora followed his eyes to the subject of their conversation. He was such a masculine man, tall and strong and sure of himself, cocky almost. A male chauvinist to his toenails, she suspected, as incapable of admitting to feeling hurt… — Karen Robards Copy Share
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 sure she would not be able to stand it another second as he slowly, oh, so slowly, lowered his head. His target was her left breast. Lora felt his hot mouth close on the straining nipple,… — Karen Robards Copy Share
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 almost. A male chauvinist to his toenails, she suspected, as incapable of admitting to feeling hurt and lonely and afraid as a pig was of flying. But he was vulnerable too, enormously vulnerable. More than many… — Karen Robards Copy Share
