Word Count: 4,039
What story I’m working on: Waking for Winter
What I’m editing/marketing: Winding to an end with the Rising for Autumn edits. I may actually be able to finish next week, which means I’ll be sending it on in to the editor.
Line of the week:
“I’ll survive, Cam. Bitty bullet like that won’t take me down,” he forced out between gritted teeth, even though his hand clamped to his side. The scent of blood was a vibrant tang in the air that she knew far too well, which worried her. Dante would deliver his ‘just a flesh wound’ bullshit even if he was rolling up to death’s door just to keep her from getting upset.