Take a Bow (The Perfect Plans Series Book 2) (46 page)

And then they call
me
an asshole. Is it my fault if a woman approaches me at a bar? And just to be clear, by
approaches
, I’m referring to obvious ‘I want your dick in my mouth’ innuendos. Not assumed.
Obvious
. I never act on assumption. That
would
make me an asshole. Right? Wrong. I’m an asshole anyway, for excusing myself once I opt out of the non-disclosed figurative leash they try to collar me with afterwards.

I don’t do happily-ever-after. It’s bullshit.
Fucking
bullshit. I learned that lesson a long time ago. Four years ago, to be exact. When
she
left. She taught me that
that
bullshit doesn’t exist. Maybe I should thank her for that. Maybe I could…if her last words weren’t so fucking torturing…“
You’re my always, baby, always mine
.” Maybe I could…if I could even fucking find her.

Maybe one day I’ll stop looking.

We have so many wonderful people to thank…family, friends - new and old, many met along this amazing journey. Much love!

To our WONDERFUL readers, thank you for embracing The Perfect Plans Series! Thank you for picking up that book, and giving us newbies a chance. Thank you for taking the time to leave a review, for spreading the word, and for stopping by with your loving words of praise and encouragement. Without you, our stories would not be heard.

To the INCREDIBLE Book Bloggers, thank you, thank you, thank you! What you do for Indie Authors is so greatly appreciated. You give your time tirelessly, to promote, encourage, and support. #BloggersRock

Thank you to our Beta readers. Without you, our books would have been
sooooo
close, but no cigar ;) You helped keep the cherry on top. Your honesty and time is so much appreciated. #Gratitude

To our AMAZING Author friends, you ‘get’ us, and we love you for that. Being a part of such a wonderful support system is incredibly rewarding. #AuthorsSupportingAuthors

Team Uni…what can we say? Thank goodness for rainbows, unicorns, and pixie farts. We love you dearly. #TeamUni

To our Editor, C.P., thank you for giving Alex head, and for setting ours straight.

To our loving husbands, there are not enough words to convey our love and gratitude. Thank you for your constant encouragement, your endless patience, and your understanding. Thank you for your cuddles when we would crawl into bed late at night. We love you.

To our family/children, you are loved more than you could ever know. To quote Alexander Tate, “Trust me when I say, the few hours I get to spend with you are worth a thousand hours I spend without you.”

Co-Authors, and sisters,
Christa Gibbs and Jill Syed
reside in London, Ontario, Canada. Born and raised on da’Rock [a.k.a. St. John’s, Newfoundland], their laid-back personalities and eclectic sense of humor is indicative of their native roots. Although fluent in Newfinese, both are quite eloquently spoken, showing no remnants of an accent unless alcohol is involved.

Fluent in air-guitar [she trained in Europe], Christa, by day, transforms into her Executive role in the Property Management World. This wonderful position lends credence to her altruistic life experiences lived vicariously through the many residents within her keep. This translates beautifully to her evening endeavors, which include creating lovable characters and interesting storylines [when she’s not catering to her loving ‘Oooge’ - a.k.a. biker hubby]. An avid reader of erotic romance [upwards of two to three novels per week], Christa decided to give her own incessant fairytale sex-capade fantasies a voice.

When she is not behind the camera in her Photography Studio, Jill spends portions of her days mentally cataloging all the reasons why she shouldn’t become an indulgent drinker at the helm of her three young children during the absences of her Pilot husband [though you will hear her undying love and devotion for them often: “blessed”]. Passionately creative, Jill spent many years capturing life moments on film, canvas and even paper. Having dabbled in the writing of many children’s books, all of which ended up covered in dust and never carried through, clarity hit once she collaborated with her sister: “Ohhh, the steamy sex was the missing ingredient.”