A good boss asks what part she could have played in the problem. And then she asks herself what she can do better next time.

Is my name V? No... Then why would I follow U?

Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes. Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka's lips. The confusion created a sloppy bite-a-juicy-peach sound. Everyone cringed.

My goal is to teach readers how to treat and respect themselves and each other in an entertaining way. I do that in all of my books.

Never slam a car door. According to the Westchester elite, it's a heinous crime, as heartless as kicking a puppy.

Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?

Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I'll never make it through World Issues.