If a guy can't even handle my words, I don't think he can handle me as a person.

No, I do not need an outrageous quest to prove my worth. I deserve happiness -- happiness on my own terms.

I used to look in the mirror and feel shame, I look in the mirror now and I absolutely love myself.

Being a writer brings out a sassy woman inside me, and I love her so.

The word 'teach' suddenly conveys a sense of menace that is foreign to me.

People who label erotica writers as sluts/men-whores remind me of the mob that once condemned smart women as witches. Mankind has not evolved much.