Storytelling is my passion, and it rises from a love of reading.

Go out and ask her into the alley.” Clay looked at Jeremy as if he’d just been told to dance the rumba on a public thoroughfare. I bit back a laugh. “Just walk over to her and point at the alley. Maybe say…I don’t know…something like ‘fifty bucks.’ ” I looked at Jeremy. “Does that sound right? Fifty?” His brows shot up. “Why are you asking me?” “I wasn’t—I just meant, as a general…” I threw up my hands. “How am I supposed to know how much a hooker costs?

I envied it; not the idea of having so much money that you could throw it away, but the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much about your happiness and so little about what you accomplished in life.

If you say ‘we’re in this together,’ I’m going to hurl.

He liked women with little butts and big tits? Someone had played with one too many barbie dolls as a kid.

I've spent the last decade learning to stand firm and face my problems… or at least batter them until they're unrecognizable.

You forget, darling, I am the local psychopath." ~Clayton Danvers, Bitten