Dear Readers,
Well, here we are at the end. Hard to believe for me and perhaps for you, too. Can you believe this entire series totals over 900 printed pages? That’s some serious story.
As always, for those who’ve been along on this wild ride, welcome back! So many of you have gotten in touch and commented on what fun you’re having…well, that’s gold for any writer. If you enjoyed this series, leave a review and then go check out my other books or tell your friends about these. We writers count on word of mouth and reviews.
For those joining in for the first time, best if you start with Part One or if you’ve not read beyond that and wanted to wait until the series was done…have at it!
Oh, and if you haven’t noticed by now, you can enjoy this entire series as ebooks or paperbacks! I know I’ve got folks already lined up for copies and I’ll certainly be getting my own set for my brag shelf.
Thanks are due to many: Jordan Dane for her suggestion I give this world a try; Elle James for her kindness and generosity; Nora Fellows, for answering every question, no matter how silly or repetitive; Kate Richards and Nanette Sipe of Wizards in Publishing (and Decadent Publishing) for their eagle eyes and terrific suggestions; Frauke Spanuth of CrocoDesigns for her fabulous covers. Thanks also to Darcy Harbaugh and the North Alabama Search Dog Association for sharing their expertise, stories, and—most of all—their wonderful animals. I also wish to thank Christopher Lanier for enduring gallons of coffee and thousands of questions as he shared stories of life as an amputee.
We all owe a debt of gratitude to the dog handlers—men and women in our Armed Forces—and their canine partners. A typical military working dog in the field saves, on average, a hundred and fifty soldiers over the course of his or her service and does so only for the chance to play a game. They and their handlers deserve our respect and gratitude.
On a lighter note, I want to thank the drill sergeant who once screamed that I marched like a doctor—and then laughed when I retorted, well, because I am. On the other hand, when he heard I did okay on that rifle range, he thought there might be hope. It was all very M*A*S*H and the military had its moments, but I would not now trade that experience for the world.
Lastly, and as always, all my love to my husband, David, who suffers my sleepless nights and thrown-together meals because, yes, he understands how thoroughly a story consumes me.
Now, guys, go have fun!
