The Feral Faithful
Where loyalty howls louder than reason.
Welcome, my daring sinners, to the Queen’s Hall of Infamy—where devotion is immortalized in gold and glitter. 💋
This isn’t your average “thank you” page, oh no. This is a cathedral of chaos for the bold, the beautiful, and the gloriously unhinged souls who keep my empire dripping in smut and sin. Without you, my feral faithful, the ink would dry, the spice would cool, and the shelves of the Library of Sin would whisper in silence.
Here, your names burn eternal—etched into this wicked corner of the internet as proof that passion, madness, and loyalty still reign supreme. 👑
Long live the daring. Long live the deliciously devoted. Long live The Feral Faithful. 🖤
This isn’t just a thank-you—it’s a feral confession of love to my little demons and loyal sinners who keep this empire dripping in dark romance and wicked devotion. Whether you’ve gifted me books, joined the Patreon pit of temptation, or simply screamed alongside me during a morally gray meltdown—you’re the reason the Queen’s crown still gleams.
You keep the ink flowing, the spice burning, and my coffee fund dangerously alive. For that, you are eternal.
💋 Family, Fools & Fiends I’d Die For 💋
🌹 To My Husband, the King of Patience and Joysticks:
Babe, you’ve mastered the sacred art of marital balance—supporting my smut obsession in exchange for unlimited Xbox hours. Genius move. You endure my 2 a.m. “one more chapter” lies and still kiss me goodnight. You, my sly devil, are the real alpha in this reverse harem of life.
📚 To My Mom, the Saint of Spice-Tolerance:
You’re the real MVP for pretending not to hear the words “monster romance” and “knife play” when I’m fangirling. Yet you still buy me gift cards and listen to me gush about fictional men like it’s breaking news. You’re my forever fairy godmother of filth — and hotter than a dragon shifter mid-battle.
👑 To S.P. Woods, My Author Queen of Chaos:
Woman, you wrecked me. That surprise Ares-Valentine Academy package? Pure perfection. I sobbed. I screamed. I displayed your character art like sacred relics and declared you Saint S.P. of Smut. You’re not just an author—you’re a muse and a menace in equal measure, and I adore you for it.
🔥 To Samantha Barrett, the Sinful Siren of Smut:
Samantha, my dark darling, you are pure, unfiltered chaos wrapped in brilliance. You didn’t just write stories; you rewired my soul with your filthy, heartfelt words. From Dirty Priest to Filthy Few, your worlds made me feral and your characters live rent-free in my veins. You gift your readers emotional trauma and pleasure in equal measure, and I bow to that power. Thank you for creating magic and letting me drown in it. Long may your sinners reign. 💋