Written with Kayti McGee under the name Laurelin McGee
Hot Alphas
Miss Match
Love Struck
Written with Sierra Simone
Porn Star
Hot Cop (Coming Summer 2017!)
Acknowledgments
Donovan Kincaid and Sabrina are characters that gnawed at me and fought to have their story told in ways that no other characters have before. I think I would have gone crazy with their pestering if I hadn’t gotten the chance to sit down and write this, and I absolutely wouldn’t have been able to work on this book without the help and input and support of so many people. I’ll try to name them here the best I can.
First and foremost, I have to acknowledge Billy Wilder and Samuel A. Taylor for writing the play Sabrina Fair and then gush over Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart for starring in my favorite romantic classic movie, Sabrina. This story was the inspiration for Dirty Filthy Rich Men. I hope I didn’t dishonor it with my own twisted version of events.
To Sierra Simone for rolling and fussing and going through the death process with me on a daily basis. It probably doesn’t get any better. But, hey! It probably doesn’t get any worse! At least there’s Donovan. Thank you for loving him enough to make me want to keep writing him.
To Roxie Madar for being an absolute candle in a dark time. And for loving D and telling me what I did “wrong” with no hesitation. Maybe we should be looking in New Zealand instead of Australia…
To Liz Berry for always knowing just what to say and how to say it, and for telling me to write that epilogue. It was the right choice. Thank you, my friend.
To Kayti McGee—Donovan came in the way of Screwmates, and for that I will always feel guilt. But I love you so much for understanding and knowing what I needed to be doing instead. You carried our baby well to the end. I’m proud of you, Mama.
To Melanie Harlow for reading early and saying all those nice things that made me feel so special and amazing. Pretty girl attention always feels good, but Melanie Harlow attention is indescribable. You make me warm and gooey inside, you cold-hearted bitch.
To Ashley for being my keeper and my jouster and my friend. I’ll likely always tell you that you’re wrong. Thankfully you’ve realized that isn’t a deal breaker, and, besides, you’re getting really good at convincing me otherwise.
To Rebecca Friedman for everything you are. You’re my soulmate, and I love you pretty damn hard. To Flavia Viotti and Meire Dias for promoting and pimping and supporting and loving my books. And for just being the best people on Earth.
To Jenn Watson for having a great ass. I meant for having great ideas. (And a great ass.) Also to Social Butterfly PR. What a wonderful company. I’m so glad to be a part of it!
To Candi Kane and Melissa Gaston for keeping me from falling apart. You are both incredible, talented, insightful women and I’m so lucky to know you and work with you. Thank you so much for being part of my team.
To Lauren Blakely, Christine Reiss and Kristy Bromberg for talking me off ledges and teaching me how to do my job all the time. I’m useless without you gals. And for the friendship. It means so much in this crazy world we’ve found ourselves in.
To ShopTalkers and FYW and FUNK and WRAHM and Order and all the women and authors who engage and share and teach me on a daily basis. I appreciate you more than you could know.
To the members of the Sky Launch—I love you ladies so much! You thrill me and excite me with your enthusiasm. Please keep sharing your love for books and romance. I enjoy watching you—especially the men you post.
To all the bloggers and readers who read and share and review and message—I wouldn’t have a job if it weren’t for you. Thank you. Everyday, everyday, thank you.
To my most favorite people—my husband, Tom, and my three littles (who aren’t so little anymore). We’re a messy bunch, but we fit together, and I’m glad I have you. We’ll get through. I promise.
To my God who sees what I don’t see and knows what I don’t know and gives me every breath I breathe. Help me remember that you’re only always as far away as air.