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When asked to participate in the celebration of the one thousandth Silhouette Desire, I was honored. As a writer, I am relatively new to the line, but as a reader, I have been around since the beginning—as have many of you.

A thousand books? It didn’t feel like nearly that many when I was anxiously waiting for the next month’s selection because I had already read the current month’s. Did it feel that way to you?

All I ever really wanted to do was tell stories. My favorite picture of me is at about age three, in the front yard with my dolls all lined up—a captive audience, indeed—to listen to the latest of my tales. Today I feel the same sense of wonder when I complete a story. And now, my readers can talk to me. When I receive a letter from Barbara or Martha or Lulu or you telling me how much you liked that story, or when you silently tell me by buying my book, I feel just like that delighted three-year-old in her short skirt and Mary Janes. Thank you, Desire, for making that possible.

As a writer, I feel constrained to be quiet and professional as I express my appreciation for the way my work has been received. But as a reader who still eagerly awaits the great selection of stories and characters and emotions available to us each month between these familiar red covers, what I most want to say is “Way to go, Desire! May there be many thousands more!”

Best wishes,