Andi Arndt

Amber Glass has spent her entire adult life putting as much distance as possible between her and her hometown of Baltimore, where she fears she will forever be known as "Prom Mom"--the girl who allegedly killed her baby on the night of the prom after her date, Joe Simpson, abandoned her to pursue the girl he really liked. But when circumstances bring Amber back to the city, she realizes she can have a second chance--as long as she stays away from...

"It starts with a simple favor--an ordinary kindness mothers do for one another. When her best friend, Emily, asks Stephanie to pick up her son Nicky after school, she happily says yes. Nicky and her son, Miles, are classmates and best friends, and the five-year-olds love being together--just like she and Emily. A widow and stay-at-home mommy blogger living in woodsy suburban Connecticut, Stephanie was lonely until she met Emily, a sophisticated PR...

"I've been following her for the past few days. I know where she buys her groceries, where she works. I don't know the color of her eyes or what they look like when she's scared. But I will." One night, Mia Dennett enters a bar to meet her on-again, off-again boyfriend. But when he doesn't show, she unwisely leaves with an enigmatic stranger. At first Colin Thatcher seems like a safe one-night stand. But following Colin home will turn out to be the...

"Schoolteacher and single mom Frankie Barrera has always been fiercely protective of her younger sister Izzy--whether Izzy wants her to be or not. But over the years, Izzy's risky choices have tested Frankie's loyalty. Never so much as on a night five years ago, when a frantic phone call led Frankie to the scene of a car accident--and a drunk and disoriented Izzy who couldn't remember a thing. Though six friends partied on the outskirts of town that...

Four years ago I lost my virginity on live, streaming television. Too bad I wasn't awake for it. The video went viral. Of course it would. A Senator's daughter on camera? Wouldn't you click "share"? Besides, that's what three of the four guys in the video did. Share. They shared me. But that fourth guy? The nondescript one in the background in the upper left corner of the screen, just sitting on the couch? The only one who did nothing? Not one single...

It all started with the bereavement flowers with my name on them. Not the best way to wake up, right? I work in a flower shop. I know a funeral arrangement when I see one. I know a killer when I see one, too. And one is standing in my hospital room right now, straight behind the man who saved my life. I can't tell anyone the truth, because that's the fastest way to really die. So I do the next best thing. I "lose" my memory. I fake my amnesia. Pretending...

It's not against any formal rule for us to sleep together. It is, however, strictly forbidden to have feelings for each other. I can't do one without the other at this point. Which means I am doomed. When you don’t know who you can trust, reality distorts. It twists and oozes, disintegrating and reformulating to meet whatever needs its masters demand. Just like me. Just like Kina. Except everything is different now that we know who we really are....

When you're born without a trace, no one knows you're a weapon. I lie for her. I hunt for her. I kill for her. And above all, I betray my mission for her. She doesn't know why. She doesn't care why. I do. Treason comes in many forms. Love is one of them. Our training taught me to be a sociopath. A machine. A pawn. Nothing more than a tool for a larger goal, without attachments or feelings. Our teachers forgot one important detail: Pawns...