Word Count: 7041
What story I’m working on: Guys, I’m not the worst! I put a serious dent into Forged Decisions, making my way to 13k! Things started falling into place with me for that story, which is giving me the fortitude to keep moving forward. I also started playing around with a new project, one that will be amazingly interesting, mostly because I’ve never done something like it before. I got 600 words into this story, but I’m going to take my time and really develop the worldbuilding first before throwing myself into it.
What I’m editing/marketing: Welp, beginning of the week I finished editing Outlier Heir, my YA space opera, so now comes the draining, oft horrifying submissions stage! And already, Waking for Winter is coming out next week. EEK. Final Coven Chronicles book release–makes my lil heart twist!
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Line of the week:
Navi glanced down to her bare thighs, noticing for the first time that she was wearing his shirt and he currently had those fantastic pecs on full display. With the anger cleared from her headspace at the moment, the lust returned in full force, the close proximity only fueling her fire. “Don’t suppose you’ve got a back entrance to those spares? It’d be a discredit to my surly Tribe image if I’m walking through the place in your shirt.”
A different scent tingled her nose, the strong note of his arousal that made her want to moan on the spot. She didn’t need to glance over to those gym shorts to notice the erection he was packing. Her panther wasn’t resisting the wolfish scent of him either, instead, the bitch was preening inside her chest. Not helping her ignore the tangled web of emotions that she’d rather leave for a rainy day, or never.
“Fiesty thing like you? No one would dare make a comment. Even if my shirt might as well be a dress on you,” he teased, his hazel eyes sparking with amusement.
Navi cracked her knuckles. “You’re playing with fire, babe.”