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To Claire, the first person to read Degrees of Control and the first person to suggest, with enormous kindness, that maybe it was time to take a break. Thanks for being my bookend, Claire Bear, along with a million other things.
To my sister, you are one of the greatest joys of my life. I’m so proud of you and us.
To my brother, the world, our family and me, are so lucky to know you. I hope you get the lot, you dog.
To my boy, who has knelt in the most painful places with me and asked what I can feel and smell. I adore you with my whole being. We helped make each other. That’s fucking cool.
To the man who helped me act out my wildest fantasies. I’d thank you, but we both know there are better ways to show appreciation. Heyoooooooo!
To all the people who loved Act Your Age, which looks like it’s going to be Eve Dangerfield’s opus, thank you. Your support of my work gave me confidence and gratification and paid for trips to Ireland and Bali and America, AKA where I met Skye Warren and Tessa Bailey and heaps of other amazing authors.
To the women who raised me up in this industry, the authors and reviewers and fans who weren’t too shy or proud to let me know they loved my work. Those who edited my stuff, beta read, and invited me to conventions and Facebook parties, I will never stop thanking you. You’re golden.
To Kole, a million thanks, Khaleesi. Don’t go apeshit and burn Kings Landing, but.
To Jessica Cale, your goodness and talent cannot be overstated.
To everyone who liked any and all of my books or blogs or newsletters. Cheers. Big time.
By the time Not Your Shoe Size is released, I will have announced my Eve Dangerfield hiatus i.e. I will not be releasing romance novels for the foreseeable future. I didn’t see it coming, but the boldness that led me to think I could write has tugged me in a new direction, at least for now.
Finally, this feels foreign, but I want to move beyond the belief that I’m a selfish girl who needs to earn her place in this world and into the belief that I contain all the love and approval I’ll ever need;
To my younger self, the girl with no formal knowledge of fiction writing, publishing or marketing who was like ‘E.L James did it, how fucking hard could it be?’ She built Eve Dangerfield from nothing. She winged it and through grit and hard work, papier-mâchéd her way to a success beyond her yoga-loving dreams. What a legend. Thanks, kid.
