For my Perfect Chemistry series, I did movie-style book trailers, and my fans went crazy for them.
I like to write books that touch my heart. I want to entertain, and I love to entertain myself.
Fans always say they laughed and they cried while reading my books. And I tell them that I laughed and cried while writing them.
The threat of taking something away makes us appreciate it more.
That wouldn’t fit my right testicle.
She’s a Texan, born and raised. Football is in our blood.
Don’t be afraid to be unique. Love yourself before you love another.
You know you can do more, but everyone expects you to quit.
I write edgy, sexy teen romances, and that’s what I’ll continue to do.
Stop focusing on the bad stuff because life is too damn short.
If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat.
I tried writing adult romances, but it just didn’t fit my voice.
Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?
I never believed in love at first sight, until I met Derek. It’s all-consuming and delicious and wonderful and exciting. At the same time, it makes me nervous and self-conscious and emotional. Love exists. I know it does, because I’m madly, deeply, hopelessly in love.
He has no clue that I have the patience of a saint. At least that’s what Carlos says, although that isn’t saying much, considering his fuse is about as short as an eyelash.
Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.
I flip open my phone to text Jessica: Me: Guess who’s pregnant? Jess: u? Me: Get real. Jess: ur mom? Me: yep Jess: Mazel tov!? Me: Don’t congratulate me, plz Jess: Could b worse Me: How? Jess: Could be u? Me: I’m a virgin. Jess: Nobody’s perfect.
From the moment I laid eyes on you I couldn’t stop looking at you. From the moment we talked I couldn’t stop arguing with you. From the moment we kissed I couldn’t stop kissing you. And from the moment we shared our hopes, fears and insecurities I couldn’t stop loving you.
Sometimes I wish there were do over years or fast forward days.
Trust me, he whispers against my lips. Maggie, you’re my paradise.