Kimberly Whalen, for buying me drinks and for being cool with my neurotic, insecure, mood-swinging, over-eating, genre-changing self.
Lyssa Keusch, who didn’t bat an eye when I followed a chick-lit novel about Bollywood with a comedic novel about ghost hunting.
Avon Books, for giving me the best book covers in the business.
Lucinda Ferguson and Shelly DeSimone, the critique goddesses.