I can’t—” Lena repeated. “I can’t do it. I can’t live without him.” Sara gently pulled her hand away from Jared’s. She smoothed down the sheet, tucked it in close around his side. She looked at Lena—really looked at her straight in the eye. “Good,” Sara told her. “Now you know how it feels.

As a Southerner, I love obstacles for my characters.

People just make stupid mistakes. And they keep making them and keep making them, and suddenly they can't dig themselves out.

I have a few unusual fans, as you can imagine, so I try to protect the privacy of my home life.

Every successful author I know faced crushing rejection early on, and they got back up and kept going.

I am a voracious reader myself. I don't stick to one genre. My only criteria is that it's a good story. I try to bring that to my work because I think people can read your excitement about a story.

I am a bit of a Dudley Do-Gooder, though, because if I see a car accident or something bad happen, I am one of those idiots who runs toward the problem instead of away from it. Not that I would recommend this behavior.