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Weekly Word Count: 4/18/19

Word Count: 9090

What story I’m currently working on:

I’m picking up the pace on A Thief’s Crusade again, right when I’m going to have to break on it in a week or so when we go to Iceland. It’s cool though. There are so many new subplots that I dragged in at this point, that I’m sure this story’s going to startling new directions. I hit 33k this week, which places me ahead of the curve for my monthly goal, which was to hit 30k. I know I’m starting to gel with a book when it starts moving faster and faster 🙂

What I’m editing/marketing:

And, the majority of the beta feedback is in for Forged Redemption, so I’m really churning at those edits, trying to get as much done as possible before my vacation! Thankfully no big macro edits needed–though a lot of micro-edits on the way. While I won’t have the book done by the end of April, I’ll definitely have it finished in May (before the fourth book comes out). So then hopefully before the end of the year, y’all will have a full Tribal Spirits series to enjoy 🙂 Forged Contracts came out last week, but also happens to be on sale for 99 cents! And if you are current, Forged Futures is up for pre-order!!! And the other two pre-orders waiting to hit soon are Tales from the Skies and Color of a Soul!

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Teaser of the week:

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Line of the week:

John and Tuck were on Doncaster patrol. With their enemies scouting the building too, they needed to cut off any attempts before their heist. Two more days.

Which left him with an empty house, an empty bottle, and an empty heart.

His phone buzzed, and he was tempted to ignore it. He’d need to start weaning off the communications with Dan—no cold ghosting, but he couldn’t keep indulging in the flirty texts. Not when each one sliced another cut into his already covered arms. He scanned the wire and pine shelves of their booze rack, but he wasn’t in a quiet enough mood for gin, and vodka just made him meaner.

Fuck it, he’d drink coffee. The idea of going to Butcher’s Block was scrapped, not after he’d ruined that joint by taking his mark there. When had he gotten to be such a careless idiot? This wasn’t how he ran ops. Grif had always worked more like a spider spinning a web, then watching from a noticeable distance as his enemies got themselves tangled up. Yet ever since the botched Nevarra job, he and the Outlaws had been sloppier than ever. Luck hadn’t just abandoned them, it had lobbed them off the cliff.

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Weekly Word Count: 4/10/19

Word Count: 5014

What story I’m currently working on:

Slower word count week again, but I’m making headway with A Thief’s Crusade, hitting 24k this week. I’ve already started deviating from the synopsis/plot I set up, because a pantser can’t stop pantsing just because an outline is in place. And so far, the cast is bright, vibrant, and buckets of fun. I’m really looking forward to getting to the meat of the heist later on as well as the emotional scenes. (I’m always looking forward to the emotional scenes)

What I’m editing/marketing:

Continuing to do the line edits on Forged Redemption while I await beta feedback so if I need to add in sections/change large things I can get right to it. Hopefully editing will be smoother than anticipated, even though I have the feeling I still need to pull out the stops a bit more at the ending, because series ending. And Forged Contracts came out yesterday, so if you haven’t gotten your copy, do that thing. On top of that, Forged Futures goes up for pre-order!!! And the other two pre-orders waiting to hit soon are Tales from the Skies and Color of a Soul!

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Teaser of the week:

“Raven moaned at the sensations ripping through her, like the first splash of color on a monochrome canvas.”(2)

Currently listening to:

Line of the week:

Thanks, now I’m hard again. I don’t know how I’m supposed to face you in the morning without blushing.

            A grin spread on his lips, and warmth coiled in his chest.

Just keep thinking of all the filthy things I want to do to you. Guaranteed to help.  

Grif stared up at his blank ceiling, trying to ignore the stutter-start of his heart. He’d just come in from a long run, and a huge mess, so of course his heart would be racing like a maniac. Not like that explained the honeyed way the heat coursed through his veins, tingling down to his fingers and toes. His simple conversation with Dan had somehow leeched away some of the pounding necessity of his problems, cast them off the shore to sink into the ocean.

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Forged Contracts Release Day

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Guys, book three in the Tribal Spirits series is out! Grab your copy of Forged Contracts today!

When Jer kisses his best friend Raven, the feelings they’ve been avoiding surface—including secrets from the past that might destroy them both.

Jeremiah Taylor’s responsibilities as the new pack beta are crushing him, especially with the unpredictable mood shifts since his shaman-supplied bipolar meds ran out. It’s the combination for doing something stupid, like kissing the one woman he’s never let himself pursue—his best friend Raven Takahashi.

When Finn left the Red Rock pack, Raven’s on and off again fling took her safety net with him—the one barrier keeping her from the raw and real way she feels around Jer. The moment the Pandora’s box opens after they kiss, she can no longer deny the sparks between them or hide from the demons of her past.

And when one of those demons shows up in Beaver Tavern representing an anti-shifter group to take over their land, Raven’s secrets threaten to get dragged into the light, which could cost her everything—her friends, her pack, and her home. However, if she and Jer don’t thwart the anti-shifter group’s takeover attempts, the entire Red Rock pack might find themselves banished from their own land.

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Pre-Order Forged Futures!

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The next book in the Tribal Spirits series is already up to bat! Pre-order Forged Futures today! And I’m working on editing the final book for submission as we speak! The Tribal Spirits series has been a wild ride.

Lana’s barely surviving the loss of her husband when Tribe member Lucas offers protection from the Landsliders, but in each other, they might uncover a chance to heal.

Joe Ganzorig, Mackey Kendricks’ right hand shaman, has appeared in Ricketts Glen again, and Lucas Diaz is on the job. Except this time, the Landsliders are targeting the recently widowed Lana Bennett. Turns out her husband’s murder hadn’t been accidental—he was involved in the Landsliders and stole an anti-shifter bomb from the big boss himself. The Landsliders want it back, and they won’t stop their attacks until their device is delivered.

Lucas volunteers to keep her safe while they search for the device, needing to protect this wry, stunning woman who’s still standing even after everything she’s weathered. Despite the distance they each try to keep, both Lucas and Lana can’t deny the scorching attraction between them. However, with the constant reminders of Lana’s husband and the Landsliders increasing their threats by the day, these newfound feelings could expire before they ignite. And if the Landsliders find the device before them, none of the shifters will stand a chance at survival.

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Weekly Word Count: 4/3/19

Word Count: 5010

What story I’m currently working on:

So, my word count’s back down again, but I also think that’s fair considering I finished Forged Redemption last week. I’m at 18k with A Thief’s Crusade, and starting to get into the slower building block points again. It’ll be a push through, but I’m looking forward to continuing this book. The cast is snarky and sassy. I love them a ton. But anyway, I may begin to start the paranormal western series too, though I’m giving it space to still kick around in my brain.

What I’m editing/marketing:

I decided to do some light line editing on Forged Redemption because it’s nice brain cooldown, and I already have some amazing beta readers on the job. I switched into some promotion setup, because Forged Contracts releases NEXT WEEK! The first reviews are rolling in for it, and I’m so excited to release that baby out into the world.And on top of that, next week Forged Futures goes up for pre-order!!! Plus, Tales from the Skies releases in May, and Color of a Soul will be out in June.

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Teaser of the week:

“Hope you enjoy the show then, darling.” Heat flickered in his amber eyes, and his lowered voice made the implication quite clear.

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Line of the week:

“So while we were dangling from stories up to get you the access points of the Aon Building, you were busy sticking your dick in the enemy?” Alanna marched in, her eyes flashing. Sounds like John and Scarlet broke the news.

Grif swallowed the piece of bacon and lifted his coffee to his lips, taking a scorching sip before responding. The pause of quiet only infuriated her more, like he knew it would.

“What’s to say I wasn’t on a recon mission myself?” He responded, keeping his tone level as he plucked his phone from his pocket. After he’d left Dan Torres’ condo, he’d gone for a three in the morning jog to clear his head, the brisk Chicago wind the exact sort of medicine he needed to combat the warm and fuzzies. Instead of catching another couple of hours of shut-eye, Grif just set to prepping breakfast, since it was his turn anyway.

“Because you’re a Grade A hoe, boss,” Tuck muttered, slumping into the seat beside him like spilled Jell-O.