Authors: Michelle Pace
Crazy Love (34 page)
Les Pace–my oldest critique partner and long suffering spouse. Oh, how none of this would have been possible without all you do every day. You are my rock and though it isn’t at all fair, it doesn’t make me any less grateful. I love you beyond description, wordsmith or not.
Robin Harper–who has been with this project since it was nothing more than a title and a cover. You gave a stunning face to my story. Your patience and talent take my breath away-designing and redesigning covers and memes and making every attempt to make me look like a much bigger deal than I am. You are too good to me and worth a hell of a lot more than you charge. Wicked by Design, people. She really knows her shit.
Jay McAtee –One of my oldest and dearest friends. Our adventures together date back to before I was of legal drinking age, and are the stuff of legend. Greek tragedies, mostly. You are the keeper of all of my secrets. I hope you smile when you read this book. Thanks for reading and re-reading and helping me breathe life into one of my all-time favorite characters.
Heather Halloran–What can I possibly say? You know you’re my girl, right? We’ve been through so much in a short period that it seems like I’ve known you as long as I’ve known Jay. Every day I wish we lived in the same city, hell…the same state would be nice. Thank you
and
fuck you for planting more than a few of the seeds that ended up growing into this book.
Laura Wilson–The one person in the universe that doesn’t make me feel like the reincarnation of Sylvia Plath. No matter what shit I spewed at you, you could always one- up me. Thanks for commiserating via p.m. and text and for telling me to STFU every time I started skipping down Whiny Bitch Lane.
Erin Roth–Dude. I’m so happy you were here in the beginning to point out that the youngest Mr. Beaumont may have sounded a bit too much like his mother. God forbid! Thanks for checking out the mood and visiting with me about these characters in their early stages.
Charles Miles–My southern gentleman consultant! Your contributions in the early days and your defense of the secret language of Savannahians meant the world to me. Cheers!
Andrea Randall–My writing
soul
mate. We both merged onto this road at the same time and continue to take turns helping the other fix a flat. Thanks as always for talking me off the ledge for an entirely new set of reasons.
Tamron Davis–my very own cowgirl-chic cheering section. Thank Jesus you were around this time. I owe you and Stacy Darnell my sanity for a large portion of this endeavor and Rage. Thanks for being the pragmatist and for your “respectful disagreements”.
Stacy Darnell–My favorite Georgia Peach. You are the yin to Laura Wilson’s yang. I wouldn’t have completed this project if it weren’t for your presence in my life. Why? Because I would have fucking bailed. Period.
Karen Zippe–Your love for Sam Beaumont encouraged me to press on when I was afraid he was too “Holden Caulfield” for the gentle modern romance reader. Hats off to you.
Sarah Griffin and Tamara O’Dell–Thanks for swooping in at the end to emergency-beta. Having fresh eyes that weren’t worn from my constantly morphing story was invaluable.
Self-Publishing Editing Service and Formatting–You came highly recommended by my usual formatter. It was pure luck and my crappy timing that brought us together. You guys rocked and were the best fusion of professional and approachable. Thanks for your flexibility!
Carmen Comeaux–Another top notch job. I’m so blessed that you and I met. Though this wasn’t our first go-round, I am glad you were here to oversee the language of this novel. Thanks for all your brilliant suggestions. Sorry I’m a bit too “punk rock” to take all of them. If there are errors in this book I can assure you that they are
mine
and mine alone.
Kara King–my avid real-time reader. Thanks for always being enthusiastic and sunny. You pushed me to provide pages when I was too damn lazy and thought I was too tired. I wish you hadn’t been in a hospital bed for most of it.
Vanessa Proehl–If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know most of the people in the acknowledgements. Not only am I continuously thankful you brought me into this little corner of the indie world, I’m overjoyed to have you as a constant discerning ARC reader. Thanks for driving me to drink in the eleventh hour. I really needed it. You keep me grounded and never let me forget where I came from.
Michelle Pace resides in north Texas with her husband, Les. She is the mother of two lovely daughters, Holly and Bridgette, and one uber-charismatic son, Kai. A former singer and actress, Michelle has always enjoyed entertaining people and is excited to continue to do so as a writer.
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