Come See Me At San Diego Comic-Con!

Whoohoo! I’m thrilled to announce that I’ll be appearing on a panel with my fellow Swoon Reads / MacMillan authors at San Diego Comic-Con next month! If you’re attending, drop in and chat with us as we discuss the journey to publication and all things YA!

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Tidbit Tuesday: When There’s More Than One Of You, Life Gets . . .Interesting

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In this scene from DREAMER, Jessa is sorting through her latest reality shift, and juggling the thoughts and memories left by her alternate self.


“You hungry, St. Clair?”

Ben’s voice startles me and I look away from my reflection in the window of the bus. It’s field trip day for the Spanish Club, and Ben is sitting next to me as we pull out of the school parking lot.

“Nah,” I tell him. “I’ll eat later.”

“You sure? I’ve got food in my bag.”

“I’m fine.”

“I have Twix in there,” he says.

“Seriously. I’m not hungry.”

“Who are you? And what have you done with Jessa St. Clair?” he quips. “It’s Twix. Twiiiiiix.” He’s waggling his brows and bug-eyed and it makes me laugh.

“It’s seven o’clock in the morning,” I point out.

“So? Twix is the breakfast of champions. Along with a fresh can of Monster.” He holds the can to his lips, draining it with a loud, gusty sigh of refreshment.

I raise my brows and look at him like the crazy person he is. “You do realize you’re going to be ? With no bathroom?”

“Sitting next to you,” he reminds me, with an overemphasized “Ha!” for punctuation. Continue reading

Tidbit Tuesday: Jessa Learns About The Ripple Effect

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In DREAMER, Jessa gets direction about her multi-dimensional travel from Mario – who is more than a little put-out that she botched her lasr assignment. Jessa is pretty pissed herself, having encountered a version of someone she never though she’d have to see again. It’s time for Mario to illustrate just how important her work can be . . .


I lean back against his desk. “I’m tired, Mario. I’m traveling too much, my mom is getting really suspicious, and now you pull this on me. This was supposed to be a routine job.”

“You mean the job you didn’t complete? Again?” he asks pointedly.

“Don’t start with me.” My eyes flash a warning that he completely ignores as he studies me for a moment, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“Come on,” he finally says. “I’ve got something to show you.” Continue reading

She walks awkwardly over and puts an arm around my shoulders . . .

Friends - one teenage girl comforts another

“Listen. When I lost my dad, I wanted to curl up in a hole somewhere. I wanted to sit in bed all day with the covers over my head and the lights out. I didn’t want to go to school, or hang out, or even have to talk to anybody. When you get a hole like that ripped in your life, the last thing you want to do is stuff it with all that other junk.”


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From: DREAMER

Topic: “Lost”