I would never write something that made me uncomfortable. Im not sure its even possible.

Manners, boy. I'll beat them into you if I have to.

After A Perfect Storm came out, I heard from a young reader, who had suffered a similar background as Arizona, that I had helped her to find peace. That was the most amazing thing in the world to me.

We have to figure this out, Jackson, so leash the lust.” His chin went up as he stared down at her. “Woman, you ask the impossible.” “Do it anyway!

You trust him, Trace, and you know it." "With my back," Trace snapped. "Not with my sister.

I despise stereotypes. A gay man can be a macho athlete, or he can be an interior designer or any career in between.

Good grief, Molly. He doesn't scare you?" "Of course not." "But he's..." "He's sweet," Molly insisted. Dare snorted. "He's still listening.