Then He Asks If He Can Kiss

I'm Nostalgic And I Do Think About A "what If."

Evident In Every Small Act Of Kindness, It Was Love As A Verb. Love That Made Me Feel More Complete Than I Had Ever Felt In My Glamorous, Jimmy Choo Filled Past.

You’ll Never Regret Being A Good Friend.

I Always Find Something In Common With My Protagonist, Particularly When I Write In The First Person.

There Are Two Kinds Of Women--those Who Eat In A Crisis And Those Who Lose Their Appetite In A Crisis.