The Long Game (Long Game, #1)(126)

Kaitlin, Megan, Morgan, and the beautiful team at Atria: Thank you for all the incredible work you do to put my books out there in the world. I cannot wait to see you again, hug you, fangirl over Cameron, and go to goat yoga. Yes. Sorry, but you promised. I don’t care if it’s New York. Make it happen. Do it for us.

Molly, Sarah, Harriett and the rest of my fantastic UK team: By the time this book comes out, I’ll be just about to finally meet you. I hope you’re prepared to be squeezed, because you’ll soon learn that I am a hugger. Thank you so much for your continual efforts and for always being the kindest to me. I appreciate you more than I can say.

Hannah, hi :) You’ve been a very important part of these past few months, and I’m so happy I get to call you a friend. I’m also happy I get to text-scream at you and be that annoying girlie who insists on seeing the glass half-full. Can’t wait for those pictures of husbandbyhan posing with The Long Game.

Mr. B., where are my flowers? I love you, but jeez, man.

Mamá y Papá, gracias por ser mis mayores cheerleaders—and Mamá? Stop taking selfies with my readers at events, you’re stealing my thunder.

María, gracias por estar ahí (y sobre todo por aguantarme). I promise you, I’ll introduce you to one of the firefighters that work next door. I just need to figure out a creative way to get stuck somewhere.

Erin, thank you for being the best beta reader one could ask for. I can’t believe it’s been almost three years since I asked you to read TSLD. I’m so very grateful for you (and your knowledge of poultry).

And before I go, I want to squeeze a few words in to say that I hope you love Cameron and Adalyn’s journey as much as I do. This wasn’t an easy book to write for a long (and frankly boring) list of reasons. We all struggle in one way or another. That’s why both Adalyn and Cameron (but especially Adalyn) were handed more than a few messy pieces of myself. I can only hope you see the magic in their imperfections and vulnerabilities and are able to relate to them. Hopefully, you get to find some happiness in them, too—and come scream at me in my DMs. Because writing slow-burn romance about imperfect, stubborn idiots and not being yelled at is, as Joey would say, “like Friday with no two pizzas.”