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Weekly Word Count #121

Word Count: 6,141

What story I’m currently working on: I slowed down a little this week on my YA fantasy heist story, as I’m only at 28k, but that was for legitimate reasons as you’ll see in the next section. However, the plot is unfolding pretty quickly, and I think by the end of September, I’ll have hit 30k–that’s something you can hold me to. I’m planning on finishing this book by November, and I think it’s quite do-able.

What I’m editing/marketing: Forged Alliances came out last week! On top of that, I finished my lines for Captured Memories, which is coming out October 17th!! (what, what!) But guys, shit is about to get ridiculous. Because I spent most of last week pounding out A Reflection of Ice for submission—and it got contracted with Opal Moon Press!!! Between that book and Of Tinkers and Technomancers, I already have new releases lined up for 2018! Plus, I’ll have the second Tribal Spirits book to my editor before the year end, so maybe I can hit a record breaking six contracts this year! On the marketing front, An Airship Named Desire is currently 99 cents!!

Teaser of the week:

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Line of the week:

“How long have you known?” she asked, the realization sinking in through her skin that Lorne Drachen hid a lot behind a handsome face and a sinner’s smile.

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A Reflection of Ice is Contracted!

A Reflection of Ice, my YA winter fairytale is contracted with Opal Moon Press!

If you dig Coraline and the Snow Queen fairytale, this will be right up your alley! Add it on Goodreads!

Lyra plunges into the woods for refuge, leaving the discovery of her stepmother’s affair and the woman’s ensuing rage back at the trailer park. However, a mysterious ringing in the forest leads her to a different sort of sanctuary, a castle of ice with a lonely prince living in his solitary kingdom.

While the castle holds haunting ballrooms, vast gardens, and rooms filled with more treasures than a museum, the cobwebs in dark corners whisper a different story. The longer she stays, the more she yearns to return to her rusty old home. Yet once she uncovers the secret of the ice prince in his castle, if she doesn’t find a way to escape soon, she never will.

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Weekly Word Count #120

Word Count: 12,010

What story I’m currently working on: My GOD, I’m getting so into this new YA Fantasy Heist story, that I’ve been calling Musketeer Pirates. I started batting around some title ideas, so I’ll probably be rolling with one by next week. Last week I was talking big about how I was gonna take my tiiiime, and how I would take forever on this book. But I started really gelling with the story and progression, and honestly, my slapdash pantsing style took over. So I’m already up to 22k in the Musketeer Pirates story!

What I’m editing/marketing: Forged Alliances came out this week! Get your copy now!!! I got A Reflection of Ice back from my beta reader, so now I’m doing the final edits before submitting it in to publishers!!! I’m currently waiting on my line edits for Captured Memories, but on the plus I’ve got this gorgeous new cover for it! Next on the release agenda after that will be Of Tinkers and Technomancers with After Glows Publishing! As for the next Tribal Spirits book, Forged Decisions is currently out with beta readers!!!

Teaser of the week:

_Liv applied her cherry red lipstick in her rearview mirror with the precision of experience, her brand of war paint to give her confidence today._

Line of the week:

Weavers be damned, that baccarai would be the death of her. Katerina couldn’t argue with the statement because she simply didn’t want to. As much as she was proud of her post as a Kingsguard, and as much as she wanted to do her Uncle proud and have this Summit go off without a hitch, if she turned Fiona in on her suspicions now, she’d live with that regret for the rest of her life. No matter how much time had passed and no matter how many friendships she’d forged, no one came close to what she’d shared with Fiona Blackwater.

Even if it cost her dearly, Katerina had to give her the chance.

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Forged Alliances Excerpt

Dax Williams sauntered toward her with feline grace, his eyes simmering with amusement the second they locked gazes. His jeans hung low on his hips, and his white tee might as well have been plastic-wrapped on, providing a clear reminder of the chiseled six-pack she’d seen last night.

“They’ve got some great kibble on the menu here,” he drawled, eliciting a growl from Jeremiah. Her blood ignited. The man might be as pretty as a picture, but his smart-ass mouth ruined the package. Sierra contained her annoyance, offering a sweet smile while hiding her fangs.

“How considerate,” she murmured.

His brows furrowed in confusion. If he wanted to play power games, now that her temper had cooled and she tapped into a clear perspective, he didn’t stand a chance. She clapped a hand on Jeremiah’s shoulder. He had bared his teeth, two steps away from wolfing out around more than a couple of humans in front of this quaint diner. Perfect recipe for freaking out the norms. Their eyes met, and she stared him down with her patented alpha look. Sure, her wolf paced restlessly inside her, desperate to establish dominance with the newcomer, but Sierra steered this ship for a reason.

“Lest you think I came for witty banter,” Dax said as he made his way to the door and held it open for Jeremiah with a flourish. Jer folded his arms over his chest, refusing to budge. Save me from fragile male egos. Dax’s eyes glittered with unspent amusement, clarifying that the gesture was meant as a taunt.

“Streaky, he’s not asking you to marry him, just holding the door,” Sierra said, giving Jer a shove hard enough to send him stumbling. She followed through, shooting a glare at Dax as she passed. “And you’re no better. Taunting people you want help from is poor form. Shape up.”

Dax’s gaze darkened, and for a moment she wasn’t sure if they headed for a brawl right in the parking lot. Not uncommon with her kind. His breath hitched for a half second, but as sudden as a swerving car, he flashed her a hot-as-hell smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, following them into the diner.

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Forged Alliances Release Day!

Forged Alliances is LIVE! Get your copy now!

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Sierra Kanoska fought hard for her position as wolf alpha of the Red Rock pack, and intruders in her territory receive the full brunt of what her claws, fangs, and smarts can accomplish. So when Dax Williams, de facto alpha of the Silver Springs pack, pays an unwelcome visit, Sierra’s ready to toss him out. However, the man’s in a tough spot. The pack elders sabotaged his fight for alpha against his brother, driving him from his lands. Sierra hates underhanded moves like that, so she agrees on an alliance.

As they work together, she witnesses an alpha who wants to do right by his pack, not just the cocky wiseass she first met. Their growing attraction blazes hot, but the moment she and Dax lock lips, a mating bond emerges. Sierra sure as hell isn’t ready to share that intimate connection with a stranger, and the thought of forever sends Dax running.

Before they can talk, the Tribe commanding the East Coast shifters arrives to settle the dispute. Dax and his brother’s punishment for their pack’s civil war is a free-for-all on their lands. Not only does he have to defeat his brother, but any challenger in the region. Despite Dax and Sierra’s initial resistance, his wily charm relaxes her control-freak tendencies while her steadfast support bolsters his strength. Yet every new opponent places their newfound relationship under siege–one misstep, one wrong blow in the ring, and Dax could leave in a bodybag.

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Forged Alliances Excerpt

Tonight Sierra was spoiling for a fight.

She slammed into the Beaver Tavern’s door shoulder first, amber light spilling on her and the scent of tobacco threading through the air as she entered. Wooden planks creaked under her boots from her tread as she quick-stepped to the oaken bar on the opposite side. Three things lit her match without fail—abusive assholes, idiots who didn’t use their turn signals, and unannounced shifters moving in on her territory.

Inside, her beast snapped at its confines, begging her to shift, to take to the woods and keep running, never turning back. Except leaving wasn’t an option, not since she’d become alpha of the Red Rock pack years back. Sounds of the bar in full swing washed over her, from the shouts and laughs to the clunks of heavy pint glasses hitting the tables.

“Sierra, what’s up your ass?” Jeremiah called over from a table as a lazy smile reached his hazel eyes. Her Red Rock pack filled the whole bar, since humans kept their distance from predominantly shifter areas, and in this part of Pennsylvania few would come strolling in.

She flipped him the middle finger. “Shut it, Streaky,” she called back, garnering a couple of smirks and laughs from the pack. After Jer had gotten caught buck-ass naked, stumbling out of at least three different tents at the last Fourth of July party, the nickname had stuck. Sierra made a beeline to where Raven manned the taps, dispensing dew to this loud and crazy lot. Sierra’s body brimmed with unspent tension. Fight, fight, fight pounded through her, an untamable urge, and her wolf prowled inside her, restless. As alpha, her rank heightened her tether to the beast, already one step away from primal.

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