Many, if not most, authors will tell you that they had a long road to publication. I am no different. There are so many people who believed in me, gave me critique, and just flat-out loved me in this long journey of mine and I apologize up front if I have left anyone out.
This book is dedicated to my Miss Fisher fandom gang, especially Rosemary Quinsey. It’s your fault that Alicia’s book came next. I had no plans to even write a book about her until you said, “I think she’s up to something” after I finished Acting Up.
Mr. B: Always.
Mom: my fondest critic and fiercest ally. I love you, Marmee.
Pamella Pearl: you were ready to answer any and all questions about tv production at the drop of a Facebook messenger query and you’re a goddess for it.
Marika Bailey, who designed such an amazing cover. Wow. I’m so glad I have the chance to work with you. AGAIN!
My editor, Jennifer Johnson-Blalock: thank you for your keen eye, humor, and insight.
My writing sisters: Diana Biller, Rachel Kellis, and June Hur. You are all rockstars and I adore you. Amy Bishop, who brought us into each others’ orbit: you know I owe you for far more than that.
Ainslie Paton, queen of blurbs, dispenser of knowledge, source of promo videos, wry wisdom, and humor—and all from the other side of the planet. Thank you.
Jayce Ellis. Oh. My. God. My once and future co-writer, my friend and fierce ally, I adore you.
The Lisas: Lisa Lin and Lisa Catto. My writing commiserator and my conference roommate. You are both incredible, incendiary minds and talents.
Lynn Turner: you’ve been such a wonderful friend ever since I first wrote this book. Thank you.
Lucy Parker and Suzanne Brockmann, you’ve both been incredibly supportive and fantastic and I can’t thank you enough.
To the entire Twitter crew I call pocket friends: you helped me do this. Thank you so much. I owe you more than I can express.