by Brit Benson
Caitlin, a thousand scented novelty candles wouldn’t be enough to fully express how much I appreciate and adore you. As a beta reader, as a human, and as a friend, you are amazing and strong and inspiring, and I fucking love you. You helped keep me leveled during this whole process and that could not have been easy. I’m going to write you that HEA with Jake the Jogging Single Dad someday.
To Dawn. You are my kindred spirit. I am so grateful to the Goddess of IG for bringing you to me. Thank you for always boosting me up when I’m feeling low, and for always having a kind and encouraging word. You are my fave hypeman forever, and I’ll fangirl you til I die. You are an absolute light in my life. I hope I give you as much joy as you give me. I cannot wait for our world tour. It’s gonna be a fucking blast.
To Melanie, the love of my Bookstagram life. Thank you for talking me off a number of ledges, for always being there to distract me with celeb gossip or booksta-tea when I need it, and for always being willing to give me the absolute truth when I ask for it. We’re a two-person girl gang without a lunch table, and you’re never getting rid of me. Ever. I’ll have Arya draw you your very own picture of Humpty to show my gratitude. (Also, Danielle can eat a bag of crusty dicks *dancing lady emoji*)
To Jonathan, the love of my IRL life, my husband, my baby daddy, my partner-fun-haver for eternity, and my forever road trip buddy. Thank you for every single thing you’ve done to help me make this dream a reality. From the late nights, to the early mornings, the days of solo parenting, and the long conversations where I ramble about to-do lists and plot lines and you nod encouragingly and grunt at appropriate times. This book quite literally could not have been possible without your help and support. You are the Nick to my Jess, the Ralph to my Vanellope, the popcorn to my Reece’s Pieces. I love you so damn much that it’s actually gross. Thank you for being mine.
And last but not least, to VENOM Presents on YouTube for releasing remastered versions of “Oh, Anna” and “Medicine” by Harry Styles. Thank you for giving me the best entertainment to enjoy during writing breaks when my brain felt otherwise numb.
And also thank you to Harry Styles. Because duh.
Until next time,
Brit Benson writes romance novels that are sassy, sexy, and sweet.
She is also terrible at talking about herself. Mostly she just forewarns people that she’s kind of lame and has a weird sense of humor, so befriend at your own risk. She has a short attention span, an even shorter short-term memory, and when she likes something, she obsesses on a borderline unhealthy level.
Brit would almost always rather be reading or writing, and almost never wants to socialize with real people. (Fictional people are good, though.) When she's not dreaming up her next swoony book boyfriend and fierce book bestie, she's getting lost in someone else's fictional world. When she's not doing that, she's probably marathoning a Netflix series or wandering aimlessly up and down the aisles in Homegoods, sniffing candles and touching things she’ll never buy.
Brit currently resides somewhere near the Blue Ridge Parkway with her husband, daughters, dogs, and an obscene number of books.