MELISSA MARR

As a lifelong romance reader, it's always satisfying to get to talk to other romance readers!

Westerns were all daddy liked to watch. Give me some Clint Eastwood, some Charles Bronson, and I was a happy girl. It was our father-daughter bonding.

'Graveminder' is about a mortician, a young woman with commitment issues, a dead teenager, and a town called Claysville where the dead don't always stay dead.

They say, 'Write what you know.' What I know isn't cheerleader; it has a little bit of teeth to it.

The world is too fascinating to limit yourself to one path or one sort of people.

I eventually realized that good things wouldn't happen to me if I didn't make the right choices.

I was very afraid to write a novel - it was a dream for a very long time, and it was one of the few things that I was afraid to try.

I watch comic book movies. Give me 'The Avengers,' give me 'Thor', those are my area. But I don't watch comedies.

I have amazing kids, an amazing husband, a fabulous career, wonderful parents. If I had to go through some rough spots to get to this amazing place, so be it.

I was the girl in the black leather jacket with the black fingernails, picked up after school by guys with loud cars and motorcycles. I carried straight-A grades, but I had a little trouble with rules. I tended to have a bit of an authority problem.

Over a four-month period, I sat down and wrote every day. And then there was a novel, and all of a sudden, there were agents and offers.

I want to say that I really appreciate that readers are willing to work with my tendency to write in several different genres and for different age groups.

I need to check in with Seth before I--" he burrowed his face into the side of her neck, his breath almost painfully warm on her throat--"give in to my unconscionable desire to put my hands on you properly.

What are you going to do? What do you want to do?” she prompted. “I’m going to go try to help Niall. He’s not acting like himself, and I have a theory on what’s wrong,” he told her. “Then afterward I'm going to ask you to marry me.

Maybe the girl would get strong enough to withstand an ink exchange with one of the chosen faeries. If not, he could always give her to one of the weaker fey. It seemed a shame to waste a lovely broken toy.

If he took her into his arms, he would keep her. He wouldn't let her suffer the way the other mortals had when he'd left them. He would keep her, with his court's permission or without it. Irial wouldn't take her, and Keenan wouldn't stand between them.

He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.

you are my life now. this"_he waved a hand dismissively around him at the club-"the fey, everything, it all falls into place once you accept me" -kennan

I'm not bloodthirsty, but...seriously, she killed you. She needs to be dead.

The reality was that while they might have eternity, there was violence on the horizon. And in the present. She wasn't intending on ignoring it. She couldn't. But she wasn't going to ignore them either. Just kiss me, ---.” A look of hesitation crossed his face, but he didn't push her away. He swept her legs from under her and lifted her into his arms. " -Darkest Mercy (p 28)

You already gave me forever, Aislinn. I'm asking for a chance at right now.

I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.

As if fixing the little errors would made the big stuff manageable.

Discord says it's a good idea. That's comforting.

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.