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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“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.