Word Count: 7,775
What story I’m working on: Hit 24k with Future King, and I’m feeling things pick up a bit with it–not going to lie, for some weird reason, I’m finding Shameless super inspiring for this story. As for Forged Alliances, the central problem has unfolded and it’s all racing towards the end from here. I can see it in the far distance as I capped the week at 35k!
What I’m editing/marketing: Submitted Waking for Winter to my editor the other week, so I’m crossing my fingers and waiting for a response on that. Reviews of Rising for Autumn are still coming in, which is all of the excite since it’s now available! I’ve been polishing Iron Legacy as well–given the distance and detachment from the story, the initial flaws are really clear, but also quite simple to fix, so wish me luck.
Line of the week:
“This the guy I’m supposed to be fighting?” Dax called out, his hands in his pockets as he strolled up to the Tribe. “When you said bear alpha, I was impressed—expecting some big, brawny thing, but instead, this beanpole shows up.” He flashed his teeth with his smile, knowing in this case he literally poked the bear.
Dorlan growled, a deep guttural bellow that threatened to rip through the place.
Dax winked at him. “Save it for the match, hot stuff.” If looks could kill, he’d be dead at this point. One thing he excelled at beyond all else was pissing people off. What most didn’t realize was that in keeping his temper, he had the advantage. Besides, when it came to serious types, they were all too fun to torture—he’d delighted in pressing Sierra’s buttons from the moment they’d met.
“I’ve never seen Dorlan that enraged. You truly have a gift for annoyance,” Sierra murmured as she stepped up beside him.