Black Arts

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To the Hubby for the newly remodeled writing room, kitchen, floors, windows, and the generous loving spirit (while I wailed about how long it took . . .). You truly are my Renaissance Man.

I want to thank:

Mud for poisons and continuity.

The Beast Claws for being such a fantastic street team. GO, CLAWS!

Lee Williams Watts for being the Claws’ primo, and for offering constant encouragement, assistance, and friendship.

A certain gentleman for the name of one of the Bad Guys, Jack Shoffru, and the lizard’s name, LongFellow. Excellent names, by the way!

Misty Massey for bits and pieces of pirates. Errr . . . pirate info. Not pirates themselves. That would be very messy.

My new PR team, Mindy and Audrey at Let’s Talk! Promotions.

Most importantly—my editors, Jessica Wade and Jesse Feldman.

The crash shook the house, sounding as though the front wall had exploded. I whirled as my front door blew in, icy wind gusting with hurricane force. My ears popped. The bed skirt blew flat beneath the bed. My Beast rammed into me, the light going sharp and the colors bleaching into greens. Beast-fast, I grabbed two nine-mils from the bed, off-safetied, and chambered rounds into both. Raced into the foyer.

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