For my mom, for showing me what a strong, loving woman is. For being my number one fan since the days I wrote with crayons, and for being the only one bold enough to discuss scandalous synonyms with me. For eventually taking my calls when I’m nervously awaiting a submission and I dial you like a madwoman. For simply being the best mom a girl can have. I love you. For my grandma, who taught me that my calling is romance—not true crime. You handed me a grisly murder story when I was 12 and it’s been romance ever since. Thanks, Grams, for introducing me to the dark side of writing and digging that my dark side is sex demons. For my aunts who are also my best friends. For Vicky for letting me crash her pad even though I’m a slob so I could be a starving artist/student for a while. For Tia, dedicated enough to read an entire Sex Demons novella on her Blackberry. No wonder my heroines kick ass, because I’m surrounded by them. To my dad and grandpa, whose love, affection, pride and support is so much that I don’t even need them to read this book… And to my crazy uncles for getting a kick out of my erotica career.
