Evanescent Ink (Copperline #4) (35 page)

BOOK: Evanescent Ink (Copperline #4)
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Thank you to Danielle Piccin. You are one of the bravest and most inspiring people I know. You can laugh in the face of some truly awful events, even when your body doesn’t agree with you and wants to do things like O.o. I hope to be half as good of a person as you and I cannot wait to take you to Yellowstone. Word of warning, a lot of it is really stinky. In fact, my first memory of Yellowstone is getting out of the pickup at Mammoth Hot Springs and promptly throwing up in the parking lot. (Sorry about that Park Service people.)

Thank you to all the ladies in Siby’s Flannel Squad—Adriane Leigh, Alexis Nicole, Amanda Metteer-Herrera, Amy Donnelly, Amy Rachiele, Angela Osborne, Arabella Brai, Ashley Sutton, Beth Ashworth, Brandy Freeman, Carrie Osborne, Catarina Swartz, Catherine Ashley, Chantel Cervantes, Cherry Hurtado, Chris Finizio (hope you like your boy!), Christina Concus, Clare Flack, Danni Oxtoby, Dawn Edwards, Diane Buckner, Ecaterina Moldoveanu, Elle Ellerton, Erica Duvall, Jane Barron, Janina Steves, Jen O’grady, Jen Sully, Jennifer Gaudet Lubow, Jill Patten, Joan Pleasant, Kimberly Anne, KM Golland, Laura Scranage, Leigh Ann Panorelli, Lily Maverick Wallis, Lisa Angel Miller, Lisa Walker, Liz Rafferty, Lynn Booth, Nancy Boyle Bristol, Nicola Higginson, Nicole Baylor, Nikki Edgar, Pamela Patrick McGuire, Rachael Fick, Rhian Jones, Rhonda Wolfe, Sada Walker Maciel, Sammy Lomax, Shell Andrews, Stacy Wilkerson, Stella Bella, Tammy McGowan, Teri Maxwell, Terri Thomas, Tina Haynes, Marshall, Tonya Allen, and Tracy McKay. I flove you fuckers. One of the things I want more than anything in the world is to meet each of you face-to-face and squish our boobies together.

Thank you to my exceptional alpha readers, Michelle and Beth. You can see the diamond in the rough when I am all “what about this?” and you’re like “yeah, nah… that’s total cheese.” So I tweak it and you read it and I tweak it some more and you read it again. And on and on and on until it’s almost a story.

Thanks to my beta readers—Erica, Heather, Lorena, Michelle, Pam, Sarah, Tammy, Tara, Terri, and Tina. You pick up from where Shell and Beth leave off with a rough story that needs a hell of a lot of polish. You help me figure out where the holes are and what needs expanded upon. You tell me when something is crap and needs to go away. What you do is so incredibly important to this process. Thank you for your honesty because that is what helps me make my almost-story into something worth reading.

Also, thanks to Nicole and Diane who proofread for me. Some of the mistakes are hilarious (does “
hadonstant
reminder
once
” ring a bell, Nicole?), but I’m sure my readers appreciate that they are missing from the final version. I know I sure appreciate what you do for me.

Thank you to Emily and Nina. I met you long ago on Goodreads where we lusted after Professor Emerson.
Mmm

Gabriel
. Thank you for everything you and all the ladies at The Literary Gossip do for me and so many other authors. Blog tours, cover reveals, release blitzes, reviews, #FF tweets, Facebook shout-outs… seriously. You. Are. Awesome. I know it is incredibly time-consuming and I’m sure we drive you crazy sometimes, but we really truly appreciate it
sooooo
much!

Thank you to Mike for understanding just how weird this woman you married is, but loving her anyway. Twenty years and counting, babe, and you still make me laugh every day. And to my kids… at thirteen and seventeen, you are turning into a couple awesome adults. You have such incredibly kind hearts and brilliant minds. I love you so much, and I’ll miss you terribly when you grow up and move out of the basement in another twenty years or so (hopefully).

And finally, to Shell. I told you a while ago that I don’t think I could do this without you, and I never, ever could. Not in a million fucking years. Whether our adventures are in person or iMessage or Skype or Snapchat, you are a part of my every day. You’re a part of my family. My #jinxsnapbuddy. You put up with me even when I’m sharing my mouse knowledge with you in the middle of the night after Bob scared the bajeezus out of you. Je veux visiter le Canada. ***fist bump***

 

Conversations

Little Conversations

Littler Conversations

 

Snowcreek

In the Firelight

 

Bitterroot

Because of Kian

Always Conall

 

Copperline

Post Breakup Sex

Wild Irish Envy

Easy Little Lick

Evanescent Ink

Hot Dirty Love (coming Spring 2016)

 

 

Sibylla Matilde grew up in the mountain valleys of Southwest Montana, and grew up exploring the alfalfa fields on the back of a horse. She attended a two-room schoolhouse 1st through 6th grade where she had same teacher the whole time. Beginning at about age 12, Sibylla discovered historical romance, feeding off of work of Jude Devereaux, Lisa Kleypas, and Karen Robards. She loves a book that can make the reader run the gamut of emotions, from the sweet glow of new love to gut-wrenching heartache. She always has stories floating around in her head, living in some fantasyland until she writes them down to free them. She is a true romantic, a bit of a Pollyanna, and a deeply emotional soul.

Music is her emotional trigger. Growing up with a Wagnarian-opera-loving mother, Sibylla grew up with music that digs deep into her soul and pulls out emotion. The soundtrack to her life includes different genres and generations. She looooooooves Thirty Seconds to Mars (rather obsessively, actually) with a little Kings of Leon to mix things up, and pimps them out regularly to all her friends through Spotify. She also enjoys watching Met Opera HD broadcasts at her local movie theater, and hopes (listening Met?) to someday see Diana Damrau reprise her role as Mozart’s Queen of the Night in Die Zauberflöte—The Magic Flute.

Sibylla lives with her husband, Mike, a man who she firmly believes saved her from her self-destructive, hot mess self. He makes her laugh every day, even when things seem to be falling apart around them, and has proved to her that love really can heal a shattered soul. In almost 21 years, they have never had a fight, but argue regularly with their two teenage kids who have, unfortunately, inherited their father’s quick wit (unfortunate as it is a quick wit that Sibylla, herself, definitely does not possess—there is a reason she is a writer and not a stand-up comedian), and live a quiet life with their two weird little rescued Chiweenies. Wait… teenagers and little yap-dogs? Okay, maybe not so quiet. :)

 

 

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

Songs that inspired Evanescent Ink

Acknowledgements

Other Novels by Siby

About Sibylla

Stalk Siby

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