Read 18 Thoughts (My So-Called Afterlife Book 3) Online
Authors: Jamie Ayres
Jamie Ayres
writes young adult paranormal love stories by night and teaches young adults as a Language Arts middle school teacher by day.
When not at home on her laptop or at school, she can often be found at a local book store grabbing random children and reading to them. So far, she has not been arrested for this.
Although she spent her youthful summers around Lake Michigan, she now lives in Florida with her prince charming, two children (sometimes three based on how Mr. Ayres is acting), and a basset hound.
She really does have grandmothers named Olga and Gay but unlike her heroine, she’s thankfully not named after either one of them.
She loves lazy pajama days, the first page of a good book, stupid funny movies, and sharing stories with fantastic people like you.
Her previous works include the first installment of her trilogy,
18 Things
, and its sequel,
18 Truths
. Visit her online via Twitter, Facebook, or at
www.jamieayres.com
.
Photo Credit:
Owl Sisters Photography
I’d like to give thanks to:
Jesus, for my salvation. Just typing that brings me to tears!! You begin our stories, set each one of us apart for a specific time and place. I thank you that you’re a plotter, not a pantser like me. You give each of us our own pen. You allow us to write the stories of our own lives. How much easier would it be for you to script each scene? But you love us too much for that. Your ending was our new beginning, and I’m eternally grateful.
Five important people who gave their thoughts to this book in its early stages:
To Curiosity Quills Press, for giving me my first chance at publishing and supporting me along the way! Special shout out to Michelle Johnson for designing such awesome kick butt covers and to Nikki Tetreault for coming up with such innovative marketing ideas! And of course, the goats, who can forget the goats?!
To Amy Carver, Sarah Rutledge, Heidi Saidi, Lilly Carrasco, and Jessa Russo, for your unwavering allegiance. Few people have cheered me on with such genuine love and enthusiasm. You are the cream in my coffee.
To my besties, for our GNO evenings that provides a much needed escape from all the voices in my head.
To my pastors over the years, for showing me the light. God is not waiting with a lightning bolt every time I mess up (which is wonderful, since I screw things up quite a bit). Instead, he loves us unconditionally and never, ever gives up on us.
To my writerly support system, especially the Insecure Writer’s Support Group and Writers Helping Writers, for offering savvy tidbits of wisdom. To everyone who attended UtopYA 2014, your inspiring talks helped me finish this third book. I’ll never forget Sylvia Day’s and Gennifer Albin’s empowering advice. And to Janet Wallace, the founder of the UtopYA Con: I’m sorry your cup song attempt didn’t work out, but I put it in this book as a tribute to your awesomeness! Thank you also to the librarians, teachers, book bloggers, fellow writers, and booksellers who have given priceless word-of-mouth advertising because they thought my stories were worth sharing. I am forever grateful.
To my mom, for teaching me to believe in God from an early age. And for always making sure I had enough books to read with Saturday trips to the public library. And to my dad, for spending the summers of my childhood in and around Grand Haven with me, inadvertently supplying the wonderful setting for this trilogy.
To my teachers, for your belief in me over the years that I. Am. A. Writer.
To my students, past and present, thank you for your excitement over Mrs. Ayres getting her books published! Books kept me sane during my adolescent years, and it’s a humbling thought to hear you say the same about this trilogy and declare Olga your favorite female book heroine. And especially Adam Strongin, you were taken from us far too early, but your light shines on. It’s in remembrance of you that I added Adam to this book because one of the last lessons you taught me was that books can and do make a difference at a time when I was somehow doubting that undeniable truth.
To my own children, you deserve far more thanks than I can fit in a few lines, but know that I love you with all that I have and appreciate you putting up with Neurotic Author Mom, who absently nods her head to everything you’re saying while having another discussion with the voices that live in her head (wait, why did that come out in third person?). And hey, at least you know how to microwave your own meals and fold your own laundry now! You’re welcome.
To Dan Ayres. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I spotted you sitting in the back row of my third period Word Processing class on the first day of high school and heard a voice in my head whispering for the first time.
You’re going to marry him someday.
And me being me, I wasn’t frightened by this voice but instead, plopped myself down in the seat next to you. We may have taken a detour for four years after that fateful day, but everything happened for a reason. You’re always asking me if you’re Conner or Nate—and the answer is, you are both! You are the man I imagine in every love story I read (even if I do add on some Theo James biceps at times *wink, wink*). I love you more than the sum of allll my book boyfriends (which let’s be honest, is a ridiculous amount). You are my BFF. You are my soul mate. You are the reason I know true love exists. You are too good for words.
To Starbucks, Hershey’s, and Google… I could not have done this without you.
To everyone else that I love. There are too many of you to name, but you know who you are and you are awesomesauce! Thanks for being part of my crazy life.
And finally, to my readers. For the past three years, I’ve lived in the world of my characters. Through them I saw my own goals, dreams, truths, fears, and thoughts. I know you saw some of your own, too. Thank you so, so, sooo much for sticking with me through this three-part roller coaster ride, full of plot twists, cliff-hangers, first loves, lost loves, poignant moments, and teenage angst. Your letters give me all the feels, and you helped cross off the #1 item on my bucket list.
I’ll say it one more time: Eighteen things can save a life. Ecclesiastes 3:1 said it best, “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” Throughout all of life’s seasons, there is no greater gift than being there for your friends. It’s your turn now. Go do wild and crazy things together and don’t worry if you have to come up with a Plan B for your life, or even a Plan Z. Because sometimes it takes a long time to become the person we’re meant to be. You’ll get there.