They are as familiar as the creases lining your palms. They stay with you always, becoming part of you. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. We HAVE beaten them.įor it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. I’d also like to thank Ginny Crouse and Ralfe Poisson for assisting me with an accurate portrayal of Truman and Verity’s synesthesia.įor Jason: the best hearts partner around. And Victoria Lea, for all her editorial guidance. My thanks to: MV Freeman, DT Tarkus, Robin Kaye and Marlo Berliner, Marcella Rose, Cathy Perkins, Hope Ramsay and Grace Burrowes.Įveryone at Blame it on the Muse, YARWA and especially Amy Atwell and her WritingGIAM sites. Writing may seem solitary…but when one is associated with the right group of people-it’s nothing short of joyous.
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