Raiders of the Lost Heart(100)
Thank you to all the Berkletes （of which there are too many to name） for the advice, industry info, feedback, commiseration, publishing guidance, and NSFW laughs. In particular, thank you to the Latinas de Berkley （Alana Quintana Albertson, Isabel Ca?as, and Liana De la Rosa） for welcoming me with open arms.
I’ve also had the support of so many other authors along the way. Seriously, so many awesome people. But since I can’t name every single one, there are a few that need a shout-out. Thank you to my dear friend Kathy Swoyer for teaching me what “querying” is and attending my first ever writing conference with me. It was scary! But you taught me so much. Thank you to Sierra Hill for reaching out and introducing me to so many fabulous authors. And thank you to Danica Winters for （politely） calling me out at ECWC and forcing me to join social media. See? I finally did it!
To all my non-writing friends who’ve supported and encouraged me along the way: Thank you, LB, for taking the time to read this book and for always being there for me, even when I’m being weird. Thank you, Natalia, for pushing me to write that very first manuscript and actually putting up with reading the whole thing in all its terrible, cringeworthy glory! I would not be here without you. Thank you, Meredith, for all the book talk, being my biggest cheerleader, and promising to buy a hundred copies of this book. And to those who’ve read my many other manuscripts and gave feedback that ultimately helped me to become a better writer: Anna, Candace, Charli, Cindy, Elaina, Geneva, Jen, and Mary. I’m so grateful for all of you.
To my family, Mom, Dad, Elaina, and Phil: My dream of publishing a book, and in particular, this book, would not have come true without the arts （performing, visual, and literary）—and movies like Indy—being such a huge part of our lives. Mom always says, “Life is a musical,” and that has certainly rung true. What would life be, after all, without music, dancing, art, and books? “Thank you” doesn’t do justice to express the gratitude I have for all of you, so how about this instead? You . . . are . . . good, you are good, you are good, you are good!
To Harrison （LOL!） for the inspiration and that previously mentioned sexy, almost bashful smile.
Extra special thanks to my doggos, Gus and Henrik, for keeping me company during many writing hours.
And finally, to Nick. Thank you for humoring me when I talk plot points on our walks to get “bucks and barries,” and for bringing Gibsons and Manhattans to my office when I’m on a roll to keep my creative joosh flowing. On to our next adventure!