This book is a love letter.

A letter to all the stories I've ever loved. To all the stories I've ever wanted to write. To old Hollywood. To cheesy romance paperbacks. To all the ghouls that go bump in the night, and in my heart. To all the cheesy tropes and clichés I adore.

To my lover and partner in crime. Thank you for all the encouragement and perspective and love and cocktails. I could not have accomplished this without your support. If there's a single pun in this book, I blame you.

To Wright Club. Thank you for reading every draft. For picking apart every line of dialogue and every plot point. For telling me exactly which chapters made you horny, and for being some of the most creative, hilarious, and encouraging people I know.

To my boy in the Fang Gang. Thank you for being one of my biggest fans. Hope you're ready for the next episode.

To my cats. Thank you for keeping me company during late nights and long hours of writing. You keep me cozy, even when you sit on my keyboard.

And to you, Philadelphia, you crazy son of a bitch. Thank you for adopting and inspiring me. Don't ever change.