I write edgy, sexy teen romances, and that's what I'll continue to do.

When I look out [the window] at the big houses on either side of the road, it's obvious we've entered the rich side of town. Poor people don't post signs like NO TRESPASSING, PRIVATE DRIVE, PRIVATE PROPERTY, MONITORED BY CAMERA SURVEILLANCE. I should know because I've been poor my entire life, and the only person I know who ever posted a sign like these is my friend...and he actually stole the sign off a rich guy's yard.

A summer apart changes people.s

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.

I find myself daydreaming about him when I wake up in the morning, in school when something reminds me of him, and when I fall asleep at night

I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.

I'm standing here, holding a half a lemon in my hand. I'm speechless, I'm excited . . . I'm a wreck. Caleb wants to be where I am.