My heart sank.
There was never any time for Tash and Dean, Dean and Tash. It was always us and the boys, or work, or … life. No sexytimes. No tunnel of Tash exploration.
That was marriage.
Raising my eyes to meet my husband’s endearing sweet face, I put on a smile for what he’d orchestrated. Sure, it wasn’t what I’d had in mind, wasn’t what I’d hoped for. But this was Dean. He was my goofy man, my entertaining, caring, safe and secure man.
He was my normal.
As always, I want to thank my husbutt and ratbags. You endure microwave food and the invisible bubble I surround myself in when I’m in the thick of writing. You’ve also become quite accustomed to looking after yourselves, lol. Apologies.
Mum, thank you for proof reading and finding the little words my keyboard omits and rearranges. Yes, my keyboard does this. Not me.
Sali and Ellie, your editing turnaround was inhuman. Inhuman. I’m yet to decide whether you’re both unicorns or leprechauns. One shits rainbows and the other slides down them. Both are cool, either way.
Kristine, thank you so much for beta reading and always providing honest feedback. I’m a no bullshit kinda girl, and I like your no bullshit kinda ways. I also really like your lips, but you know this already.
Hang, your talent astounds me. I had a vision for this cover and you nailed it. I swear you’re psychic. Maybe you’re a unicorn or leprechaun, too.
T. E. Black, thank you so much for making the words on my pages look so damn pretty.
FFs, seriously, it if weren’t for you guys, I’d kinda camp out in my writing cave forever. It’s so hard to explain, but it’s really daunting to step away from the fictional worlds I create, and you probably don’t realise this, but your enthusiasm and love for my characters and stories warms my heart and help ease that transition. It keeps me writing, so thank you.
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