by KD Robichaux
JC Cliff is not only an incredible writer, but she’s an incredible person too. I’ve been lucky enough to be her editor since her first book, and she’s formatted each one of mine. There has never been another person I’ve met who is so selfless, always willing to help me, no matter how hard it is, no matter how much of an inconvenience it might be, and no matter how much effort it’s going to take to make me and her blonde ass understand what the hell is going on. We figure this shit out together. Love you to the moon and back.
Lainey Reese makes me feel like I’m the greatest writer on the entire planet. Now, I know it’s important to have critical people on your team to make you better at whatever you do, but it’s also really fucking awesome when one of YOUR favorite authors truly admires your work. When she’s done sending her messages after reading my stories, I feel all my hard work is worth the effort.
Rebecca Allman works with me at Hot Tree Editing. She was a final beta reader on the last book, and unknowingly read book 2 without having read book 1. It was thanks to this booboo that I put the giant warning in the front of books 2 and 3. But even not knowing the full story, her feedback was incredibly helpful, and I ran to her, asking if she’d like to read the first one so she could learn what was really going on. From there sparked a friendship I now couldn’t live without. She’s my Aussie bestie, and the nurse from this story is named for her. She is the most hilarious person on Earth, and you can thank her for the wordage “cunty asshole” in Wish Come True, which my best friend Logan and I use on a daily basis now after a story Rebecca told us about a magpie that clearly had a death wish.
Speaking of Logan, I have to thank him the most, more than anyone else, for this book getting written. For the past several months, Jason has been working out of town in Corpus Christi, only getting to come home every few weekends. Not wanting his girls to be left alone—and not wanting me to absolutely lose my shit trying to do everything on my own plus write a book—he recruited Logan to be man of the house, in exchange for home-cooked meals, laundry service…and apparently a nurse after he had surgery. Which I’d do all over again in a heartbeat for all he does for us around the house…even though he was a giant— yeah. Thank you for all you do for me and the girls. You’re the only reason these last six month have been bearable.
Erin Noelle, my most trusted author friend, my Twinnie. There’s nothing I can’t tell or ask her without getting complete honesty and great advice back. We may look alike, but her brain works way better than mine sometimes. There’s something to be said about the wisdom she’s gained in the six years she’s been alive longer than me. We’ll be friends forever…because she knows too much. After reading this book, she gave me straightforward feedback that not only made me feel good about this piece of work, but also my writing ability itself, and I’ll be forever grateful.
Thank you to my beta girls, Kolleen, Stacia, Brittany, Melody, Andi, Franci, Tina, Rhonda, Theresa, and Jamie. And thanks to everyone in my private reader group KD-Rob’s Mob for all the hilarious posts and support!
Finally, Jason, thank you for showing me what a real-life romance could feel like. Thank you for inspiring a hero worthy of his own trilogy. And thank you for encouraging me and helping me make my dream of being an author come true.