Authors: Riley Edgewood
Gage sighs in his sleep and rolls to his side, flinging an arm out in my direction. Knowing I shouldn't, I stretch my hand toward him, curling my fingers through his.
Tomorrow, I tell myself, tendrils of sleep weaving back through my consciousness. First thing tomorrow, when we're both awake. I'm going to end this.
Then he tightens his grip on my hand and murmurs my name in his sleep and my resolve falters.
My last thought, before I'm lost again to the night, is
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(Rock & Release, Act II)
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Riley lives in the DC area and spends most of her time with her characters, playing with her toddler and husband, and pretending she knows how to be an adult. Former dancer. Current writer. Lifelong lover of accessories, books, and the beach. And cats. Can't forget the kitties, of which she has two.
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One million thank yous to each and every one of you, especially:
Katy Upperman and Alison Miller. You girls. I can't even find the words to write an appropriate level of appreciation. From my rambling, frequent emails. My
just one more favor
requests. Twitter check-ins… You've seen this book from start to finish and your words of encouragement meant more than you'll ever know. Your critiques pushed Cassidy's story into a place I never even dreamed it could go. This book wouldn't be launchable if it weren't for you.
Elizabeth Briggs. My first NA writing friend and critiquer extraordinaire. Your feedback was invaluable—both with my story and regarding the NA realm all together. THANK YOU. <4 (<— You know it.)
Lola Sharp. Oh, my dear. Thank you for your always kind words and support. And for reading. And for the slumber parties over the years. And for, basically, everything. Heart you, Lolabug.
Cristin Terrill and Donna Scheitlin. I adore you both and always will. Thank you for the countless hours you spent helping me brainstorm and every bit of encouragement you offered along the way. If you look hard enough, you
find a nail polish reference. :)
Caroline Richmond. Thank you for imparting words of wisdom throughout this process—and for letting me steal some snuggles with your gorgeous little Baby Overlord. I look forward to many more fun lunches & play dates in the future!
Shannon Messenger. For always being such an awesome, supportive friend and champion in writing and in life. Hurry up and come back to visit.
Stephanie Parent. You fabulous copy editor, you. Sorry about all the ellipses spacing issues. And thank you for your sharp eyes and sweet notes. AND for the last minute changes.
Sarah Hansen. Thank you for creating such a gorgeous triplet of artwork for this serial. I can't wait to see what comes next!
Barry Scheitlin. Dude. When you booked that writing retreat for Donna, Cristin, and me, this book was born. Thank you forever!
Annie P. & Ali MacShields & Bobby. Thank you for the the VIP passes that sparked the idea for this story!
Mom. For the countless hours of name and title brainstorming. You're seriously the best with these things. And I hope the steamier parts of this book didn't make it hard to look me in the eye. But it's okay if they did. :)
Nelson, thank you for pushing me. Thank you for the life we have. Thank you for being an amazing husband to me and an even better father to our sweet little gingersnap.
And to my sweet little gingersnap. I love you more than words can ever express. Thank you for giving up some of our playtime so mama could write.