Thank you to the rattlesnake. If you hadn’t rolled under my kayak with me, the series wouldn’t exist. Realizing you have a rattlesnake in your hair? Bad. Getting bitten when you shove it away from your face? Monkey Balls, Son of Weasel, ouch. (Seriously, it’s a special sort of pain.)
So these books are entirely the fault of a rattlesnake…and Molly Harper and Jeaniene Frost and Kelley Armstrong who thought my hillbilly accent and rural sass were fair game for a book. I grew up barefoot country, and while a pistol isn’t offered at birth it’s sort of an implied I.O.U. So Gen and Eli are the characters I wanted to write for years. (Thank you to all of you for the love I’m getting on their first book, too!)
Thanks, Jeffe and Leslye, for inviting and welcoming me, and thank you, Kelley, for . . . more things than I have space to say. From organizing tours and conferences to standing at my side for a memorial, you are a once-in-a-million friend.
And thank you to the readers, the writers, and the booksellers and librarians who have recommended my books, cheered and wept with me, and made me feel so much love. I will continue to try not to let you down.