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Weekly Word Count: 11/15/18

Word Count: 11771

What story I’m currently working on:

I’m midway through Forged Futures and ramping up to the big twist in the middle. I was rolling really fast on this book, but the last couple of chapters I feel like I’ve been sputtering a bit, so I’m about to get back on track. I’m currently at 30k, so I’ve put a significant dent into this book. To be quite frank, I’ll probably be done it by the end of the month, if not the end of the year, which is hella cool.

What I’m editing/marketing:

I started sending out more submissions for The Lies We Weave, though I’m debating on doing one more editing run through. But most of my focus this week was on Forged Alliances’ release day, which was Tuesday! A little over a year since it was last out, it’s now back with a LOT of fuel behind it. After all, I’ve got the next two already stacked to go, and I’m working on the fourth in the series. I will absolutely be finished the Tribal Spirits series by next year, and that’s pretty awesome. If you haven’t grabbed Bustles and Bells yet, I’d recommend it! An Airship Carol is a super fun caper. Next on the agenda is the pre-order for Forged Decisions on November 20th, which I’m super excited for.

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Teaser of the week:

“Except here he crouched before her, all breakable brown eyes, old scars and the shortest temper she’d ever encountered. And unlike every other guy she’d messed around with before, this was the one man she couldn’t s.jpg

Currently listening to:

Line of the week:

For this single moment, she could exist here with him. For this single moment, she wasn’t a widow, she wasn’t the wife of Greg Bennett. For this single moment, he wasn’t one of the Tribe. For this single moment, he could stay.

Her gaze landed on his lips, but Lucas pulled away first, shattering that fragile, quavering ray they’d clung to. Lana stepped back to grab her coffee, as if the heat from the mug could dispel the way her fingers tingled from mere touch.

“So, taking down Ganzorig?” Lana said before taking a quick sip. Not like she could evade the heat in Lucas’s eyes, or the way her body flushed.

He nodded. “Yeah, we’re taking down the Landsliders.”

Even as their mouths formed different words, Lana recognized them for what they were.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

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Author:

I split my time writing and working my day job as a massage therapist. If it’s a creative pursuit though, chances are I’ve dabbled in it. Hell, I’ve played around with soapmaking, beer brewing, cupcake baking, tea blending and everything else under the midday sun. At the end of the day, my constant is always reading, writing and editing. I’m an Aries-Taurus cusp–which to any astrology buffs should tell you plenty. I hit the East Coast convention circuit pretty hard and chances are, you can find me vending for Solstice Brews while simultaneously promoting my books.

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