I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.

I'm not writing great literature. I'm writing commercial fiction for people to enjoy the stories and to like the characters.

I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.

Amazing.” Hi stripped off his shirt, wrung it out. “Score one for your honker.” “Thanks, I think.” I cocked my chin at Hi’s substantial midsection. “Nice abs.” “Yeah, I work out twice a month. No expectations. But stop hitting on me, it’s embarrassing.

Why do all your brilliant ideas involve felonies?

High school popularity is so fickle.

You'd be naive if you think you are going to retain any control once you option a character to TV.