Even though writing is a solitary endeavor, publishing isn’t. I’d like to thank the people who have helped me.
First and foremost my husband, Stephen, who is the most loving, supportive man I’ve ever known and is a true Domestic God.
My children, Tony, Anna, and Isabelle, who don’t complain when Mom is on deadline and they’re eating sandwiches for dinner.
April Line, who read countless scenes and answered the all-important question: Does this suck?
All my friends at the Carlisle Crossing Starbucks who kept me in coffee and laughter.
My agent, Kevan Lyon.
The whole Sourcebooks team, especially my friend and editor Deb Werksman, publicist Danielle Jackson, and my publisher Dominique Raccah.