She breathes a sigh of relief before slipping quietly out of bed. Letting out a staggered breath, she glances to the space beside her. She wipes at her blurry eyes and feels the wet press of tears she must have cried in her sleep. So some things must have made sense.”Ĭharlee Parker blinks slowly awake, chest aching and head pounding. “You had a valedictorian medal hanging from your rearview mirror and a scholarship when you met me.

“Are we sure this is what we want to do?” Never let anyone make you believe that you don’t. You are worth it, and I look forward to our next adventure.įor those who dare to love in the face of hatred, discrimination, and fear. Thank you for your kind words, support, care, and encouragement, and thank you for sharing your stories with me, your lives and your loves and your hopes and your fears. Thank you to papurrcat for offering your profound talent in bringing my vision to life and creating a cover image that takes my breath away.Īnd thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to each of my readers for sharing these journeys with me.

Our lives and loves are magical, and our voices should be heard. Thank you for giving queer women and queer stories a platform. I would like to thank my incredible team at Ylva for their attentive, meticulous work and the dedication they give to each individual author and book.

You are my heart and my inspiration, and I would not be where I am today without you. I would like to thank my wife for her unwavering, endless support and love.

The Wrong McElroy by K.L. Hughes