Thank you to my publicist, Danielle Sanchez, for her never-ending patience. I’m so grateful to you for having my back and becoming such a great friend. To my mother, Cindy Emery, without whom I might not have the courage or endurance to keep going when nothing is working right—thank you for being the bossiest, pushiest bitch I’ve ever met. Never wonder where I get it from. To my sister, Brittany, for pampering me while I wrote this fucked-up little fairy tale. One day you might need that lecture on human corpse decompensation rates and variants according to climate. Say the word and I’ll bring the shovel!
Thank you to a dear friend, Kaz Blonde, for being so generous with your time and thoughts. The Toffee Crisps don’t hurt, but what I really love is your snarky attitude. To Dawn Johnson who was unable to help with the execution of this book, but was no less valuable in its inception and development. Your fingerprints are all over this series. To Brenda Gonet for designing a gorgeous cover, once again, but also for so much more. You were the very first person to read my work and believe in my ability to publish it. To Amy Shearer for enduring so much book drama—again. I’d say next time will be different, but it won’t be. To Amanda Jones for always being so supportive and willing to pitch in when I need it. Just relax and keep on growing my niece, mmkay?
Thank you to Michele Milburn, my amazing editor, for getting this thing done despite everything that stood in your way. You’re boss and I adore you. To my beta readers—thank you for sticking with me. I love you all! You’re ready for Crave now, right? To all my writing buddies, you’re freaking fantastic.
And last, but not least, thank you to Charlie and Lola, my feline support system. You’re my favorite kind of jerks. Your cat tree is on its way. To anyone I forgot, I get my jerkiness from my cats. Blame them.
Thank you.
About the Author
As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the bad-ass bikers, sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head. A San Francisco Bay Area native, JC has also called both Texas and Louisiana home.
These days she rocks her flip flops year-round in Northern California and can’t imagine a climate more beautiful. Her dream is to own her own Harley and she feels compelled to tell you that she is Team Peeta all the way. JC is the author of the Bayonet Scars series, the Ladder Company series, and the Men with Badges line.