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.

Every time you slip, you owe me a kiss.

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

He was used to being playful with women, teasing while keeping ultimate control. With Luna, he felt like a berserk marauder. He couldn't even spell control, much less utilize it.

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.

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

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