To all at the Romantic Novelists Association, for actually believing I know what I’m talking about (even when I don’t). For the wine. For the shoe compliments. And for not thinking it’s weird to hear those voices in my head. I’m picking out shoes for next year’s conference already.
And to Lexxie Couper, for writing really kickass heroines and for loving this book even when it was about a snarky bitch and a feckless psychopath. Oh, wait…