Dead Rockstar (The Dead Rockstar Trilogy Book 1)

Acknowledgments

My deepest, darkest thanks go to:

First and foremost, to my friends Jennifer Babineau and Elizabeth Tankard, my go-to-gals: you guys are always there when I need you, whether it’s for a beta read, a thoughtful critique or a boost, and on those days when imposter syndrome is at its worst, I know I can reach out to you for hilarious gifs, great ideas and best of all, loyal friendship. Beth, I think you might love Phillip Deville even more than I do, and that’s saying something! In this very online world of ours, one of the perks is that your chosen family can be far away, and still close as ever. You guys are family.

To my soul twin, Ellen Burke, who partially inspired this book: thanks for all the years of friendship, the endless conversations about everything under the sun, from metal and grunge, celebs and cults, murder and mayhem, all the “bless your hearts” and everything in between. You, too, know what it is to walk through the fire; here’s to us coming out on the other side. You get it. This novel would not exist if not for you and I owe you a case of Code Red.

To my friend Amanda Wright for taking a chance on a guy named Phillip Deville; to Jennia Herold D’Lima, rockstar editor, for your notes in the margins; and to Elle Beaumont and the rest of the Midnight Tide team for giving these stories new life!

Additional thanks to Lauren Emily Whalen; Cydney Flanigan; Cate Short; Kelley Lawson; Amelia Ross; Melanie Stodghill; my parents John and Teresa; my brothers Jonathan and Chris; my chosen-sister Jessica “Marge” Campbell; Nonna Anita; Papa Clark; and finally, to Blake and Cal: all the coffee and tea and cake I consume, the crazed-evenings spent pecking away at keys, the frenzied, insane look in my eyes: it’s all just the perks of living with a writer. I do it all for you.

In loving memory of Dot, Julia-Ann, Jesse, Mike, and Jackie; and, in memory of Nathan “Nate” Rodriguez: it’s been twenty years, but I’ll never forget that adorable grin, or those obnoxious JNCOs. You’re always in my heart, my friend, where we are forever 17.

Last, but certainly never least – thanks to my favorite deadrockstar, the Green Man, Peter Steele.