What brings two people together anyway?

Because love, love never finishes.

Some people come into your life and leave a mark.

I wouldn't say I'm stuck in my adolescence, but I think, like a lot of people, I carry my teen years with me. I feel really in touch with those feelings, and how intense and complicated life seems in those years.

He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.

I didn't 'decide' to write YA, per se. But every time I thought of a story, it featured characters 15, 16, 17.

I looked at my hand resting on the shelf of the prop cabinet, thinking of the scars that were there whether anyone could see them or not.