by eden Hudson
Acknowledgements
I wrote this story, so everything bad about it is my fault, but all the good in this book came from several awesome people and NPs who deserve sincere thanks.
God, obviously. I owe Him, His Son, and the Holy Spirit everything.
Certain professors and nonconformicons at Pratt Institute whose names I won’t mention in case they’re embarrassed to be affiliated with a work of this…uh…caliber. I would have written whether I’d taken your classes or not, but I’m a better writer and a better person because I did.
The Op boys and girl—Ronny Khuri, Will Greene, and Kensey Edison—for their support, editing, and brilliance through every step of the publishing process. It just makes sense that the best writing group ever would be made up of the best writers ever.
My family, for teaching me to appreciate my redneck-by-choice, white-trash-by-the-grace-of-God roots, then sending me out into a world where not everyone does.
And my Joshua, who is the reason I love guitar players. He’s a superman, super-father, and dream lover. He read every draft and half-draft of Honkytonk Hell from the first to the last and convinced me over and over again not to give up—all while keeping food on our table, electricity in our outlets, and rebuilding a house. Joshua is my sugardaddy right now, but someday he’ll be my trophy husband. That’s a promise.
About the Author
I am invincible. I am a mutant. I have 3 hearts and was born with no eyes. I had eyes implanted later. I didn’t have hands either, just stumps. When my eyes were implanted, they asked if I would like hands as well and I said, “Yes, I’ll take those,” and pointed with my stump. But sometimes I’m a hellbender peaking out from under a rock. When it rains, I live in a music box.
But I’m also a tattoo addict, coffee junkie, drummer, and aspiring skateboarder. Jesus actually is my homeboy.
Copyright © 2014 by eden Hudson
All rights reserved.
Cover art by DerangedDoctorDesign.com
Honkytonk Hell, formerly published under the title Halo Bound, is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons or non-persons, living or dead or undead, is entirely coincidental, but would be really cool.
