We’d met at a carefree time, a moment full of promise, in its place now were the harsh lessons of the real world.

He put his arms around her. “Well, in my defense, then, whatever I did seemed to work, didn't it?” She sighed. “I suppose.” “You suppose?” “What do you want? A medal?” “For starters. A trophy would be nice, too.” She smiled. “What do you think you're holding right now?

I would be rejected if I submitted any of my novels as romance novels.

Allie noticed it all, every sound, every thought. Her senses had come alive, invigorating her, and she felt her mind drifting through the last few weeks.

Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.

Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable.

You are staring at me like you were going to eat me up.