They call me Emo Barbie. And they’re not far off, though I consider myself a little more alternative than that. I just so happen to do everything in six-inch heels and blood-red lipstick. I like it wh…
While I’m not clear on where one gets an official copy of the girl code, it seems like “thou shall not covet thy bestie’s hot dad” would be pretty high on that list.
Being a romance writer means drawing inspiration from many things, and when I met Dallin, I knew I had the perfect muse. He was everything women read about— tall, tattooed, and irresistibly delicious. …
Somehow, I’ve landed myself a do-over and this time we aren’t screwing it up. This time, I don’t want her all to myself. This time we're going to share.
