One of the biggest motivations for me with writing my books is to offer girls some escapism, especially girls who really need it, like I did.

I was an unhappy child, and that puts me off having a child of my own.

They've arrested Sebastian! For m-murder! You've g-got to stop them! He d-didn't do it! He can't have done it! He doesn't believe in murder! He's a v-vegetarian!

Me: “Ngh” Cal: “Well put.” ...... Every Boy's Got One

Zach had rushed down to rescue me without remembering to put a shirt on...Maybe I had died and gone to heaven.

Some people can seem perfect... everything about them can, on paper, be just right. Until you get to know them. Really know them. Then you find out, in the end, while they might be perfect to every one else, they just aren't right for you.

Okay, yeah, he staggered back and fell into the condiments. Big deal. There wasn't any blood. I didn't even get him in the face. He saw my fist coming, and at the last minute he ducked, so instead of punching him in the nose, like I intended, I ended up punching him in the neck. I highly doubt it even left a bruise.