People Don't Care How Smart Woman Is

In Order To Win Everything, A Woman Must Know To Lose.

I Try To Weave A Secret Into Each Plot. It's The Thread That Holds The Rest Of The Story Fabric Together. In Fact, It's The Reason For The Story. I Hint At The Secret Early On. Immediately I Want The Reader To Get The Feeling That Something Here Isn't Quite Right. It Helps Maintain The Suspense If A Puzzling Element Is Introduced In The First Few Pages Of The Book, But The Answer Isn't Revealed Until The Final Ones. Hopefully, Readers Want To Know What The Heck Is Really Going On, And It's The Desire To Find Out That Keeps Them Turning Pages.

And Then He Pressed Into Her. First His Thighs, Then His Middle, His Chest, And Finally His Mouth. She Made A Whimpering Sound, But Its Definition Was Unclear Even To Her, Until She Realized That Her Arms Had Gone Around Him Instinctually, And That She Was Clutching His Back, His Shoulders, Her Hands Restless And Greedy For The Feel Of Him. He Kissed Her Openmouthed, Using His Tongue, And When She Kissed Back, She Felt The Hum That Vibrated Deep Inside His Chest. It Was The Kind Of Hungry Sound She Hadn’t Heard In A Long Time. Masculine And Carnal, It Thrilled And Aroused Her.

Be Prepared To Work Hard To Be A Writer.

I Have No Personal Knowledge Of, Or Experience With, Paramilitary Hate Groups, Or Heart Transplantation, Or Escapees From Maximum Security Prisons, Or What It's Like To Be Profoundly Deaf. But I've Written About All These Topics, And The Books Became Bestsellers. I Figure That If Something Interests Me, There's A Reasonably Good Chance That It's Going To Interest The Reader, Too. As I Approach My Keyboard Each Day, I Remind Myself To Have A Good Time - As Good A Time As One Can Have Doing The Hardest Work There Is.