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his cheek.
Chapter 34
“Hey, babe,” Shane answers his phone excitedly.
“Hi,” Dahlia replies, leaning her head against the window.
“How’d it go?”
“About as well as you’d expect.”
“I feel bad for the guy, D. You’re not easy to get over. Hell, I couldn’t do it.”
Dahlia smiles. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Damn straight, Mrs. Walker. When are you flying back? I’m serious about us taking that honeymoon.”
“Tomorrow. My flight arrives in the evening.”
“Awesome. We head out for Cortes around three in the morning. Surfline shows some good swells by evening. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too. You’ve made me the happiest man, D. I’m proud of you for letting the guy down in person. Couldn’t have been easy.”
Dahlia shakes her head. “No, it wasn’t. But there isn’t anything holding us back now, is there?”
“Nothing, D. Although we have to talk when I get back to Santa Barbara.”
“Everything okay? Can it wait ‘til then?”
“Totally. God, I’m so wishing I could see you when you land. Two days and I’m already going through withdrawals.”
“Too late to cancel the Cortes trip?” Dahlia chuckles, turned on by the sudden image of screwing him in her art studio.
“Yeah, unfortunately. You know what a production it is getting the boat and the team together. But I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”
“Can’t wait, Shane.”
“Me too, D. I love you, babe.”
“I love you too.”
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Acknowledgements
There are so many things that go into writing a book that have little to do with sitting down and writing. First it’s the inspiration, an idea, or even the inkling of an idea that is sparked by experience, a memory or dream, or a person. I want to thank my husband, first and foremost, for sharing numerous adventures with me that have inspired my stories, as well as his tireless support. I’d also like to thank my children. While more often than not they keep me from writing, they inspire me everyday.
Aside from ideas, there are the friends who make you feel as if anything is possible and that how you execute it, however messy and awful, is the most terrific thing you’ve ever done. Sara and Lisa, you two crazy bitches make me feel invincible.
Of course, I seem to find crazy bitches wherever I go. Karen and Lucia, you two troublemakers have made my years in New York City memorable. Promise me to never share those pictures.
Then there is that one friend who not only tells you that what you do is wonderful—even if she thinks otherwise—is willing to go along for the ride. Suzann, I will be eternally grateful to the universe for sending you to me. Thank you for holding my hand and encouraging me every step of the way.
Sonja, we’ll always have Paris . . .and Chicago, and New York. Thank you for all the profound experiences we had together.
And of course, the family who’s had my back since I took my first steps. Of course you weren’t surprised to find out that I write those kinds of books—and I wouldn’t presume they’d read them. That my sisters-in-law do read them means the world to me. B and K, thank you for being a part of my family and for reading my books.
Last, but certainly not least, my deepest gratitude to my fans, readers and bloggers who feature my books. This series is for you! I am incredibly humbled and grateful to you all for your support and your kick-ass reviews. There are so many books out there. That you’ve found mine and enjoyed them enough to write a review or buy these books means the world to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
About the Author
Vivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job. She currently lives in New York
Chapter 34
“Hey, babe,” Shane answers his phone excitedly.
“Hi,” Dahlia replies, leaning her head against the window.
“How’d it go?”
“About as well as you’d expect.”
“I feel bad for the guy, D. You’re not easy to get over. Hell, I couldn’t do it.”
Dahlia smiles. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Damn straight, Mrs. Walker. When are you flying back? I’m serious about us taking that honeymoon.”
“Tomorrow. My flight arrives in the evening.”
“Awesome. We head out for Cortes around three in the morning. Surfline shows some good swells by evening. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too. You’ve made me the happiest man, D. I’m proud of you for letting the guy down in person. Couldn’t have been easy.”
Dahlia shakes her head. “No, it wasn’t. But there isn’t anything holding us back now, is there?”
“Nothing, D. Although we have to talk when I get back to Santa Barbara.”
“Everything okay? Can it wait ‘til then?”
“Totally. God, I’m so wishing I could see you when you land. Two days and I’m already going through withdrawals.”
“Too late to cancel the Cortes trip?” Dahlia chuckles, turned on by the sudden image of screwing him in her art studio.
“Yeah, unfortunately. You know what a production it is getting the boat and the team together. But I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”
“Can’t wait, Shane.”
“Me too, D. I love you, babe.”
“I love you too.”
Black Dahlia available for pre-order now. Just one-click . . .
http://amzn.to/10mpoV7
Acknowledgements
There are so many things that go into writing a book that have little to do with sitting down and writing. First it’s the inspiration, an idea, or even the inkling of an idea that is sparked by experience, a memory or dream, or a person. I want to thank my husband, first and foremost, for sharing numerous adventures with me that have inspired my stories, as well as his tireless support. I’d also like to thank my children. While more often than not they keep me from writing, they inspire me everyday.
Aside from ideas, there are the friends who make you feel as if anything is possible and that how you execute it, however messy and awful, is the most terrific thing you’ve ever done. Sara and Lisa, you two crazy bitches make me feel invincible.
Of course, I seem to find crazy bitches wherever I go. Karen and Lucia, you two troublemakers have made my years in New York City memorable. Promise me to never share those pictures.
Then there is that one friend who not only tells you that what you do is wonderful—even if she thinks otherwise—is willing to go along for the ride. Suzann, I will be eternally grateful to the universe for sending you to me. Thank you for holding my hand and encouraging me every step of the way.
Sonja, we’ll always have Paris . . .and Chicago, and New York. Thank you for all the profound experiences we had together.
And of course, the family who’s had my back since I took my first steps. Of course you weren’t surprised to find out that I write those kinds of books—and I wouldn’t presume they’d read them. That my sisters-in-law do read them means the world to me. B and K, thank you for being a part of my family and for reading my books.
Last, but certainly not least, my deepest gratitude to my fans, readers and bloggers who feature my books. This series is for you! I am incredibly humbled and grateful to you all for your support and your kick-ass reviews. There are so many books out there. That you’ve found mine and enjoyed them enough to write a review or buy these books means the world to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
About the Author
Vivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job. She currently lives in New York
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