But love was strange. It distorted your perspective and played havoc with your logic.

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.

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.

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

For writers: If you polish a book too much, it'll be flat and shiny and smooth--and not too interesting. It's the little pits and bumps and whatnot that show voice and make a book unique from all the other super shiny flat surfaces