As a kid I used to read under the bedcovers with a flashlight. Fast forward several decades and not much has changed. Sometimes I find myself wide awake at three in the morning, mind racing, unable to get back to slumber land. And that’s when I reach for a book. If I can’t escape into my own dreams at least I can borrow somebody else’s.

While a small book light has replaced the flashlight, and it’s not the Angelique series by Anne Golen that I’m reading but something by a wonderful Brava author, the result is the same — a flight from the to-do lists bouncing around in my head and into a world populated by gutsy heroines and the guys who love them.

What are some of your favorite midnight reads?