“Goodbye,” I said softly, staring out at the vast sea before me. “I love you both.”
Then I turned my back on what had so long been the bane of my existence.
My future was what mattered, and as he came out of the car to meet me, I smiled, realizing that, for all the wisdom I had long thought my father lacked, he was so right about at least one thing—Decker. Decker was the one with whom I would weather all the stormy seas life had planned for us. Good or bad, he was the one I chose.
And I would never let him go.
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Acknowledgments
I always have a list of people to thank. My amazing “team” of betas, proofers, and middle-of-the-day-breakdown-mediators, all of whom keep me relatively sane during the writing process and provide valuable feedback so that I can put the best possible novel out. Virginia, Eryn, Kristy, Shannon, and Jen, you guys are the best.
My editor, Jen Ryan, is the cat's meow when it comes to helping me craft the story I want to tell and forcing me to dig deeper, pushing me to improve as a writer. You, too, are the best.
For this novel, I had the honor of also having colleagues and bloggers assist me. Some read my beta copy and provided my with feedback. Others helped educate me on the genre. A couple helped put together a blog tour, marketing photos, and teaser posts for me, expecting nothing in return. It's amazing to have people in your life who support you so much that they drop what they're doing to lend a hand. Gestures like that are rare and often under-appreciated, but not in my world. To Madeline Sheehan, Shannon Morton, Samantha Towle, Amy Bartol, Jena Gregoire, Vilma Gonzalez, Cristina Suarez-Munoz, and Megan Ward O'Connell, thank you guys for just being awesome people. You have no idea just how much you've helped me.
About the Author
If you’re dying to know more about me, allow me to put you at ease. I’m a sharp-tongued, sarcastic cancer, who loves vegetable smoothies, winter storms, and the word portfolio. I should NEVER be caffeinated, and require at least eight hours of sleep to even resemble a human being. At thirty-four, I just now feel like I can keep a straight face while saying the word “rectum” (which is actually a huge lie because I just laughed out loud while reading this to my husband). I live with my iPod firmly affixed to my body, drive too fast, and laugh/cry at inappropriate times.
I'm petrified of clowns, open bodies of water, and New Hampshire's state motto (Live free or die...really?). I love to dance in public places not meant for dancing, and I'm obsessed with Neil Diamond.
I still own the teddy bear I loved as a child, hate basements, and think that something nefarious might be living under my bed (and i'm not talking about evil dust bunnies, though i'm sure there are some there).
I hate loud talkers in airports (especially business men on the phone), socks with sandals, and the use of the word “irregardless”.
I'm also a recovering potty mouth.
I'm an organic-eating Canadian who enjoys a good conspiracy theory every now and again. Cotton candy disturbs me on myriad levels as does the wearing of camouflage outside of hunting season. If I could know the answer to one of history's great mysteries it would be who shot JFK (wandering bullet my ass), and when I grow up, I want to be my Grandma Remple. She totally rocked.
This one is dedicated to my bizarre fears and irrational convictions...
I firmly believe that we all know someone who has killed someone else. If you think I'm wrong, do some serious digging into those around you. I guarantee you'll find my statement to be correct.
Every time we renovate something in my 100 year old house, I'm convinced that we're going to find a dead body in the wall.
I still hate walking alongside my bed in the dark for fear that my ankles will be snatched by something unspeakable. That goes for getting in my car at night too.
I don't do woodsy, forest areas at night, or corn fields at ANY time. Did you see Children of the Corn? Malichi... (*shudders).
I would rather run in the city at night than a rural area. I like to know exactly what types of things could possibly attack me and my imagination seems to go less crazy.
Most importantly of all, I am firmly convinced that if I squeeze my eyes tight enough and burrow under the covers deep enough, I can't be harmed by anything that goes bump in the night.
More by Amber Lynn Natusch
The Caged Series
CAGED
HAUNTED
FRAMED
SCARRED
FRACTURED
TARNISHED*
STRAYED
CONCEALED*
BETRAYED
(* novellas)
The UNBORN Series
Coming in 2014
UNBORN
The Light and Shadow Trilogy
By Shannon Morton and Amber Lynn Natusch
Tempted By Evil
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