Oh, God. I'm in big trouble. Because I'm staring. I can't keep my eyes from ogling his chiseled triceps and biceps and every other "eps ' he has. The butterflies in my stomach have just multiplied tenfold as my wandering gaze meets his.

Girls like you want to cut guy's nuts off and hang 'em from your rearview mirror.

When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the facade[...]

Every time I break out of what is expected of me and do what feels right, I feel stronger.

I hate games I can't win.

For my Perfect Chemistry series, I did movie-style book trailers, and my fans went crazy for them.

I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.