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Weekly Word Count #98

Word Count: 10,069

What story I’m working on: Since my word count from last week was so low, I charged into this week at full speed, hitting 70k. Now that I have nothing on the editing plate and because I’m nearing the end of Future King, I am just throwing all my efforts into this story. It’s either going to be another 5k or 10k (not really sure yet) so I’m anticipating finishing it next week. This story is my heart and soul at the moment, so I’m really hoping to have some luck with it.

What I’m editing/marketing: NOTHING TO EDIT!! Seriously, this rarely happens. Since I pushed so hard with Forged Alliances though, my editing plate is freed up. I’m also waiting for the first edits for Waking for Winter too, so yeah…it’s crazy!

Teaser of the week:

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Line of the week:

I’d met criminals with more honor than an entire battalion, I’d tapped into the magic that I’d been told to push down my entire life, and I’d met the sort of man who inspired me to fight those restraints, who helped me achieve more than I ever believed possible.

“I understand now,” I said, my fingertips tracing the glass in front of me as I stared out with her, into the starry sky beyond. “How you could leave Europa and never look back. Why you’d risk everything for this cause.”

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Weekly Word Count #97

Word Count: 2,584

What story I’m working on: So, I’m a lying liar of lyingness. I did not make it to my projected 65k in Future King, instead only reaching 59, almost 60k. But guys, I had REASONS. Anyway, progress is plodding along with the story, and if I don’t finish it in April, I’ll be done it for sure in May.

What I’m editing/marketing: The reason I didn’t get far in writing Future King is because I finished editing Forged Alliances. Went on some crazy binge edits sessions since I’m on vaca for the rest of the week and won’t be updating this like normal on Thursday. Instead, you get the abbreviated version, heh.

Teaser of the week:

_She couldn_t help but admire the arch of his nose and how long his blond-red lashes were as he slept. This morning, under the sun_s dappled rays, he appeared so innocent. A smile cu

Line of the week:

If my Pendragon ancestor had made this hunt any more complicated, I was about to resurrect him from the grave just to murder him in the most colorful way imaginable.

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Weekly Word Count #96

Word Count: 7,049

What story I’m working on: Slowed down a little with Future King due to some plot machinations that needed working out. I hit 57k this week, and I think before I leave for my trip next week, I’ll try to get to 65. Lofty goals–someone oughta hold me to it!  I got to THE scene I wanted to write (honestly, most of my wordage for the week was a 5k binge session, lol) but I’ve also been trying to thread out the remainder of the book. We’re in the final third of it, definitely past the midpoint and heading into endzone territory. Not going to lie, I’m thrilled with the way this story has panned out so far.

What I’m editing/marketing: I’m deep into edits on Forged Alliances. Even if I don’t finish the edits this week, I’ll finish them by the end of April for sure. In other news, I got a release date for Waking for Winter–4th of July! So you’ll be getting lots of fun Christmas in July parallels 😛

Teaser of the week:

Dante took a sip from his steaming cup and shook his head, a smirk on his lips. “Thought you were an obedient good girl now.” She arched a brow. “Dunno, I think stopping imminent e

Line of the week:

I leaned in, crushing my lips to his.

The response was immediate, incendiary. Merlin gripped the back of my neck, his fingers weaving through my hair as he tugged me towards him. Beyond the metals we worked with, beyond the raw power brewing inside us, the alchemy that roiled inside me when my lips met his was the strongest pull in the system.

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Weekly Word Count #95

Word Count: 10,148

What story I’m working on: I see the end in sight for Future King even though I’m at 50k in the story! There are a couple twists and turns I need to suss out, but for the most part I can see the direction I want to take this clearly. What I’m excited about is that I’m getting to THE scene, the one that’s burned through me from the beginning of the book. Usually a romancey hookup scene, tbh. It tides me through all the slow burn, the thought of the awesome scene that’ll unfold later on.

What I’m editing/marketing: I got most of my beta reads back on Forged Alliances, so I’m doing massive edits on it. So far, it’s looking like I’ll be finished them in a week or two–they’re definitely doable things. I’m super excited to begin work on Waking for Winter too, and I’ll probably be able to announce a release date to you guys soon!

Line of the week:

His gaze sparked with amber depths, a vulnerability I hadn’t yet seen from this complex, layered man. I wasn’t the only one who unraveled. Every encounter, every touch and incursion delved deeper and deeper to the point I wondered how I ever could’ve believed he was simply the smart-talking criminal I’d first encountered. Despite all the confidence he displayed, what truly made Merlin stronger than most was the fact that he plunged through this as blind as the rest of us sometimes, never letting on to the others his fears and worries. Shouldering the burden alone.

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Weekly Word Count #94

Word Count: 7,089

What story I’m working on: Future King is picking up speed, as I hit 40k this week! The whole story is starting to unfold with that clarity that I sometimes get at the midway point. I know exactly where I want it to go, and I can’t wait for the ride. This is going to be an intense read.

What I’m editing/marketing: At the moment I started tweaking Red Skies Take Warning, an older manuscript, and I began doing some grammatical edits on Forged Alliances while I’m waiting for my beta-readers to get back to me. On the plus, I can’t wait to start into Waking for Winter edits! I recently started submittng Captivating Melody to publishers, so fingers crossed, because that series would be glorious.

Line of the week:

So the minute the musicians began to play, I watched, spellbound. These masters of their craft spun a tale before us as the melody filtered through the air. The heartrending strain of the violin, the piercing, mesmerizing whistle of the flute wove together with the robust notes from the cello binding the piece together. No words were necessary to communicate the slow rise of the grief that suspended in the air. I knew this devastation well, one that brought me to my knees every time I’d entered my house, waiting for a greeting that would never arrive.

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Weekly Word Count #93

Word Count: 4,332

What story I’m working on: Slowed down a bunch because of finishing Forged Alliances last week! Still super proud to have that story complete, and now it’s out with beta readers! What that means is my sole focus is back on Future King, which is slugging along at a snail’s pace as I hit 33k this week. I came to a realization on that though, one I want to share. Normally, I rip through contemporary fantasy, urban fantasy and the sort because the locations are so easy for me to describe, the settings natural, and even the monster creation comes readily. However, Future King is science fiction and I need a level of precision and detail with my worldbuilding and language that I can’t convey with my normal racing through a story through the characters. So, I think it’s a good thing for me to work on writing multiple projects currently, since it forces me to take my time with Future King and seriously give this story and its unique world the attention it deserves.

What I’m editing/marketing: I started resubmitting the Iron Legacy, so we’ll see! In other related news, I’ve finally got word on Waking for Winter! The final book in the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles is now under contract! I recently started submitting Captivating Melody to publishers, so fingers crossed, because that series would be glorious.

Line of the week:

“You’ll be searching for a metal you’re connected with—the piece will have the signature of your forefather imprinted in the very make of it,” Merlin murmured in my ear, his breath tickling from his closeness. His alchemy wove through mine, like the circuits and wires of a motherboard, transferring information in a seamless flow.

Everywhere I searched, from copper to nickel, from gold overlay to platinum filigree, nothing jumped out as dangerous or resonated with me in the way Excalibur did. If anything could have convinced me of the truth behind Merlin’s declaration of my history, of what they sought to accomplish, it had been the punch to my gut the moment I boarded that ship. I’d never believed in destiny until I stepped inside the Excalibur and was forced to confront my own.