Barely Breathing(60)

BARELY BREATHING IS THE SIXTEENTH book I’ve written, and it was one of the toughest. I went through a motivational struggle early on and then had to get super focused to finish it on time. I often do my best writing under pressure, and I feel that way about some of the scenes I wrote near the end of my deadline on this book. But that supercharged creativity has a price. It means I put some other people under pressure, too.

First and foremost, thanks to my formatter, Christine Borgford of Perfectly Publishable. She gets me, supports me and keeps me grounded. She also makes my books look beautiful and she formats them perfectly. She really adapted to my schedule on this book and it was a tremendous help.

My friend and beta reader Janett Gomez was such a rock star with this book. She read it in sections, cheered me on and gave invaluable feedback. In this particular story, Janett saved my readers from a hairy cunt with her honesty. (Truth. You should totally thank her for that.) There is nothing that compares to having her constant, solid friendship in my life. I can call on her anytime and she’s always there. Huge hugs and heartfelt thanks, Janett.

Michelle Tan and Pam Million also provided great beta feedback. Michelle’s e-mails and on the spot teasers keep me so motivated to push forward on a story.

Stephanie Reid and Darlene Avery came to my rescue with beta feedback and line editing wizardry. So much love, ladies.

Pam Carrion is pretty much the most awesome person ever. Her graphics, organization and support helped make my release day an actual release instead of just me thrusting the book into the universe and seeing what happened.

Sara Eirew’s photo and Regina Wamba’s design expertise made the Barely Breathing cover my favorite of all my covers to date. Regina knocked me out with the design on this one.

My wonderful blogger friends and the members of Rothert’s Readers helped spread the word about this book. I couldn’t do what I do without that group and the constant support I get there. It means so much.

My village was smaller on this book, and for me it felt like a concerted effort by the core group of people who have my back every time I write a book.

My husband and kids were understanding when I had to lock myself in my office and focus hard on this book. They’re very good at rolling with my crazy.

Romance novels are so much more than love stories. I hope if my kids ever read my work one day, they’ll take from Barely Breathing that it’s never too late. No one is beyond hope. And love can heal the deepest of wounds.