Jane Toombs
Jane was born in California, raised in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, has returned "home" to live in the beautiful Upper Peninsula on the shore of Lake Superior--with the Viking from her past. Jane has five children, two stepchildren, seven grandchildren, a calico cat named Kinko and two computers.
She's the author of over seventy published books, both in paper and electronic. These include the various romance genres--gothic, suspense, contemporary, historical, Regency and paranormal--as well as other genres such as mystery, fantasy and horror. Jane has used pseudonyms--Ellen Jamison, Diana Stuart, Olivia Sumner--but is now writing under her own name except for her Zebra/Pinnacle romances for which she uses Jane Anderson.
“I plan to starve you into submission,' he growled, nuzzling her breast.”
Jane Toombs
“What in the name of a thousand ghouls were you doing in that miserable café?”
Jane Toombs
“If she wanted him to stop, she'd have to say so soon because she was driving him up so fast he felt like a comet flaming in the heat of her atmosphere.”
Jane Toombs
“What was the matter with her? She'd already decided she didn't want to make love with him, so why did she keep conjuring up erotic scenes from old sheikh movies? It must be the wine.”
Jane Toombs
“Seventh Heaven, I've heard of,' she admitted, 'though not in connection with astronomy.”
Jane Toombs
“What a strange sensation to have the ground under your feet shift unexpectedly. One moment rock solid, the next quivering.”
Jane Toombs
“Mellow was the order of the day.”
Jane Toombs
“He had to have her, he couldn't wait, the need throbbed through him hot and urgent. But here? On the wooden floor of his brother's gazebo?”
Jane Toombs
“Damn the man.”
Jane Toombs
“I don't want to spend my time rescuing you from awkward situations.”
Jane Toombs