Thank you to my sweet new friend Charles for insisting Stavros shouldn’t die. You’re going to have to explain to Declan how he’s supposed to fulfill his marker to Kage now, but I’ll stay out of it.
Thank you to Jay, my husband, best friend, and best human I know. Without you, I’m nothing. Well, okay, not nothing, but not much. Or at least not as happy. Or maybe just not as crabby? I don’t really know, but my point is that I think I’ll keep you around for another twenty-five years, if you’ll let me. （Which you will, because let’s be honest, my crazy matches your crazy. You’re welcome.）
Thanks to my mother for being half Queen Elizabeth and half Margaret Thatcher, with a side order of Jerry Seinfeld and a dash of the entire Jersey Shore cast. You are missed.
And Dad, I’m so sorry you bought all those copies of my first book and shared them with your friends and discovered that fatherly pride is no match for the surprise horror of learning your dear daughter writes smut. In my defense, I did try to warn you. I love you and miss you every day. Until we meet again.
PS – Ravaged by a Rogue and Glazed by the Gladiator are figments of my imagination.
PPS – I have no idea if I will write a series about the Thirteen, but Killian Black will probably continue to show up in future books, because he’s bossy that way. If you’re intrigued by the idea of him being all espionage-y, check out the Dangerous Beauty series and the Beautifully Cruel series, where he does his thing.
About the Author
J.T. Geissinger is a #1 international and Amazon Top Ten bestselling author of twenty-nine novels. Ranging from funny, feisty romcoms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold over seven million copies and been translated into more than twenty languages.
She is a three-time finalist in both contemporary and paranormal romance for the RITA® Award, the highest distinction in romance fiction from the Romance Writers of America®. She is also a recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book and the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy.
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The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary, and contained a single sentence: I’ll wait forever if I have to.
It was signed by Dante, a man I didn’t know.
Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply?
You.
I told the mystery man he had the wrong girl. He said he didn’t. I said we’d never met, but he said I was wrong.
We went back and forth for a year, exchanging letters every week that grew increasingly more intimate. Then one day, the letters stopped. When I found out why, it was already too late.
Dante was at my doorstep.
And nothing on earth could have prepared me for what happened next.
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