Paxton's Promise (32 page)
“You better fucking believe it.”
Camden’s Redemption
(Coming Spring 2015)
Acknowledgments
FIRST AND FOREMOST, I want to give a HUGE thank you to my readers. I will always and forever be grateful for the love and support that you show me. Without you nothing would be possible. Also, without my family and friends I wouldn’t have such unique characters. Little do they know that I actually write about them. Shh . . . don’t say anything. It’s our secret. I have such an amazing team that I work with and I would be lost without them. My husband is one of the main ones. When I talk to him about ideas for future books, if he hates the idea then I know to go with it. I’m a rebel like that. :)
My PA is always there for my emotional support and I probably wouldn’t have any hair on my head if it wasn’t for her. Of course, my publicist has to put up with me too. Hopefully, she won’t kick me to the curb one day. My editor is freaking awesome and has really made my fighters shine. I’m in awe of her talent. My cover designer is so talented I don’t know how she does it. Also, if it wasn’t for my formatter, the insides wouldn’t look as cool as they do. I love how she makes it unique. Basically, I need to thank every single one of you who are reading this right now. This is me giving you *BIG HUGGLES.* You all rock!
About the Author
NEW YORK TIMES and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can't forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.
Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over nine novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, and her standalone novel,
Love, Lies, and Deception
. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.
OTHER BOOKS BY L.P. DOVER
Forever Fae Series
Second Chances Standalones
Gloves Off Series
Standalone (Romantic Suspense)
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Here With Me
by Heidi McLaughlin
EACH STEP I TAKE IS PAINFUL. Not in the sense that I’ve been physically injured—unless you can count my heart being torn out and ripped to shreds, twice, as being physically hurt—but in the sense that my body aches with any type of movement. I’m sore all over from too much crying and a lack of eating. Withering away to nothing, as my best friend, Lois has been saying for the past two weeks.
The fact that it’s been two weeks since my life has been turned upside down flipped inside out and run through the ringer stops me mid-step. Lois smashes into my back, no doubt looking at her phone, texting someone she shouldn’t be and meddling in my affairs. Even though I love her, I want her to stop. I want to wake up from this nightmare and have my life go back to the way it was six years ago.
Lois places her hand on my back, urging me silently to take the next step, and the next one and the next one after that. She’s been my rock for as long as I can remember, and surprisingly there was a time when I didn’t need her as much, but that’s all changed.
At the top of the staircase sits a table with a small bouquet of freshly picked flowers, a nice touch to the drab location. When Lois pulled in front of the building, I recoiled in my seat. The brick building, old and worn with age, shows no sign of being welcoming. The sidewalk is cracked and weeds grow in between the slabs. The only saving grace is the park across the street, and while it’s empty, it looks inviting, if not a place to escape.
