Burning Barriers (Barriers Series Book 3)
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Leanne Hauser-Mertz- thank goodness one of us knows about horses. Thank you for all the help and support you’ve given me.
Daltrey’s Divas & the JFL Vixens thank you for supporting me and allowing me the time to finish this book by helping pick up my slack on the pimping. You girls are there for me 24 hours a day and I cannot tell you how much that means to me. Thank you for pimping not only the boys but also for helping share Sara’s teasers as well.
Rae Bradford. My sleuth and PI…what would I do without you there to chat with me? For one thing I would have never found the infamous pDb without you. I am forever grateful for that one. We certainly know how to eat cheap in Cinci. We can also make a night of Barefoot Refresher wine and Tootsie Pops classy.
Nicholas Ryan. Your insight to the world of writing has been such a valuable asset I cannot even begin to thank you. Who knew one book would turn me into a Zombie Slayer?! Chickens are your friend do not harm them. Thank you for all your help and support. I promise I will never be mad at you for giving me an honest opinion. It only pushes me to be a better writer in the next book. <3
Al Daltrey. Thank you for allowing me to share TtS with my world of readers. And thank you for allowing “Chloe” to read my book. I wish you nothing but success with all of your books. I will continue to look for you lurking over my takeovers and signings in the future. Your support means the world to me and one day I will repay you for all you have done for me. Ciao!
Jake Furie Lapin. For allowing my mind to venture off into a world of symbolism that made me realize that books can be so much more than just words on a page. I wish you nothing but success in your future. #TSOL
Jack Gallow. Can I use The Humping Games in my book? No. Too friggin bad Rhino, I did it anyway.
Paige Smith. My rock star editor who loves to give me big yellow blobs that are NOT fun. As much as I hate those things I wouldn’t know where I need to be pushed to do my best without them. You allow me to get better with each story and you make it fun to fix things. I love how you love my boys. Fingers crossed Drew turns out just as swoon-worthy as the 3-J’s.
I do have to single out one person who was a last minute addition to complete this book.
Poet Darcy Black your words amaze me. You are without a doubt an artist who writes with honesty and passion. The minute I stumbled upon your pDb page I was floored by your level of poetic talent. FLOORED! There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that you could pull off magic when you suggested writing your own piece for this book. The moment your final approval came in every word finally hit me and it was all right there. My story written through a poets’ eyes made my own heart break. It was perfect. I sat there reading it in my car and crying at the amount of emotion and time you put into it for me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me a PDB original. When your time comes to show the world your art I will be there buying the first copy and supporting you in any way I can. You have a talent that is beyond words. Don’t give up on that dream.
And now onto my friends and family…I think I still have them after writing three books in eight months. I swear I will take time off this time in order to come back to the life of the living. Whoever said I should write clearly didn’t anticipate it being a full time job on top of my other full time job. Yes, that would be my husband. He created this monster that has been sucked into this crazy world of books and authors.
RLP- You have been there since day one of this adventure. You pushed me to write books instead of read them. 2014 has been a year that will never compare to any other. I cannot express how much I love the fact you have been by my side through it all. Thank you for pimping me. Thank you for allowing me to travel on my own just so I could be a part of this crazy lifestyle. Thank you for taking trips with me just for book events. And thank you for being so understanding when my nose was buried deep in the laptop for hours. You have always and will forever be the heart and soul of my books. Without you half of my snappy remarks wouldn’t exist. Love you shithead.