I’ve been thinking a lot lately about readers—and not in the abstract, “thank you for your support” way authors are supposed to say—but in the real, human way. The way certain readers don’t just read your books… they step into your life and stay.
At my recent New Jersey book event, I looked up and saw Mari Lou walk into the ballroom, and for a moment, I honestly couldn’t process it. It’s been years. Decades, really.
Mari Lou was one of my very early readers, back when I’d only published two or three books for Harlequin Presents. We first met at NJRW in 2002, and I remember her warmth immediately—but what I didn’t fully understand then was how special that kind of connection would be, and how enduring.
I don’t get to the East Coast as often as I’d like, but over the years I’ve been able to see Mari Lou here and there—she came to my She’s Gone Country event in New Jersey in 2010—and then this past April, she surprised me again.
After we saw each other, Mari Lou shared these photos and this note in my Jane Porter Fans & Friends group on Facebook. “I’d just finished chemo, and my hair was growing out, and you made me feel like I was your long-lost friend. You don’t know how much that meant (and still means to me.)”
I didn’t know. I knew how much I loved meeting Mari and how much her kindness resonated with me. It’s scary being a new author, and it’s intimidating at times. As authors, we show up, we sign books, we talk, we smile—we hope we’re making people feel seen, but we don’t always know when it matters, or how much. And yet, somehow, those moments stay.
Twenty-four years.
Twenty-four years of her showing up in my life in the most unexpected and meaningful ways. Twenty-four years of someone reminding me that what I do matters. And the truth is, that kind of affirmation isn’t always easy to come by in this industry.
But Mari Lou isn’t just one special story. She’s part of something bigger. Over the years, so many of you have become more than readers. You’ve become part of my life. Women I recognize in a crowd. Women I look for when I travel. Women I sit with, talk with, laugh with–and sometimes cry with. Women who have shared their stories with me, trusted me with pieces of their lives, and let me be real, not just an author brand. You, my readers and friends, have made my world larger and richer. You are one of the biggest reasons I continue to write.
Yes, I’m a storyteller. I always have been. But I don’t want to write in a vacuum. I don’t want my stories to exist in isolation, sent out into the world without connection or conversation. I love being read. But even more so, I love connecting with readers because I am one, too.
Books have shaped my life in every possible way. They’ve been my escape, my comfort, my joy. And getting to share that is one of the greatest gifts this career has given me.
These are my people. YOU are my people.
So thank you, Mari Lou, for taking the time to come see me—then and now, across all these years.
Thank you to every reader who shows up, who sends an email, who comments on Facebook or Instagram, who reaches out in ways big and small.
I can’t imagine being Jane without all of you, my cherished book girls.
For a chance to win a JP package with a mug, tea, gift card and lots of books, tell me how we met–or how you found me. I’m celebrating you, my readers and friends. You mean everything to me! (The winner will be announced Friday.)



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