I have to thank Thomas, who made me feel like maybe this wasn't the worst idea I've ever had.
I also have to thank Connor for being the perpetual nag. "Shouldn't you be writing?" "We can clean later, why don't you write for a bit?" "How's it coming along?" The people that nag us to follow our dreams are sorely under appreciated.
And of course my own mother, from whom I stole so many of the good traits that Momma Jo embodied.
Last, but not least, I have to thank my Suzanna, without whom this would have been a very rough book to read. She is my dear friend and my most cherished editor.
YOU ARE READING
Mrs. Avery
RomanceLove is strange. It exists in many forms and is one of the key components that makes humans happy, but there isn't a lot of understanding surrounding it. At least not the kind of understanding with which the average person identifies. Agnes is one...
