Thanks to social media like Facebook, Twitter and Goodreads, I can easily reach out to so many people. Being a writer gives me the added bonus of a targeted audience: readers, who enjoy targeted 'prizes' for participation in fundraisers -… — 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 to tell you, that annoys the hell out of me." -Jackson and Arizona” — Lori Foster Copy Share
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 be easier if you did all the-- hey, c'mon now, Luna, I was just teasing." He barely managed to hold in his laugh. "Don't storm away." She pivoted on her heel and stomped back toward him.… — Lori Foster Copy Share
“She eyed his gorgeous body, and raised a brow. “Doing a little flaunting of your own this morning, huh?” “In deference to your delicate sensibilities, I pulled on jeans. Isn’t that enough?” Enough for what, her peace of mind? Ha. Being around Trace, especially with him like this, half-naked, sent her heart racing like a marathon runner’s. “Maybe it would… — Lori Foster Copy Share
“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 her where he wanted her. ... Her mesmerizing eyes shone with annoyance and disbelief. "I barely knew you, Joe. I brought you a sandwich, and half a minute later you had your hands all over me."… — Lori Foster Copy Share
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 a good way. The tremble sounded in her tone as she tried to explain. "I want to be whole again. I want to be me, the person I was before I was taken to Tijuana." Dare… — Lori Foster Copy Share
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 feet. She put her head back and laughed aloud. Her hands clung to Matt’s shoulders. Her pelvis flattened against his. Long ropes of hair wrapped in silver foil stuck out around her head. She wore a… — Lori Foster Copy Share
