Word Count: 6322
What story I’m currently working on:
Well, before my week hiatus, I ended up getting to 47k in A Thief’s Crusade! This weekly update is coming late because I just got back in from Iceland, and the next update will probably be fairly low word count-wise, since I’ve got a lot going on, and I’ve got to get back into the groove of the book! I did do a lot of reading over my vacation, so here’s hoping that some of those beautiful words will rub off on the big final section of the book. I’m only really anticipating about 30k more in this novel!
What I’m editing/marketing:
Now that I’m back, it’ll be time to dive into Forged Redemption pretty hardcore! The goal is to get this book turned in before book 4 comes out. Let’s hope that pans out. There’s a killer sale for Forged Contracts right now, since the book just came out, yet it’s already on sale for 99 cents in preparation for Forged Futures which is up for pre-order and set to release May 21st! The pre-orders are non-freaking-stop too. In May and June respectively, Tales from the Skies and Color of a Soul come out, and Hunting for Spring just went up for pre-order, which will be coming out in July!
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“That’s why you do this, isn’t it?” he continued. “Because Brennerman is just one of far too many who push people into corners, who threaten lives and families while they speed off in Porsches and go golfing on the weekends.”
Grif stepped closer until there was only an inch between them. Dan stared up in his eyes, unafraid at the massive man looming over him. One who had fought and bore the scars to prove it.
Grif reached out and traced his jaw with a featherlight touch that made him melt inside. “When my parents died, I was so alone. So fucking helpless. I never want anyone to feel that helpless again.” His breath caught in his throat, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he glanced away, pulling his hand back to settle on the rail. “Look, I don’t talk about this stuff, not even with my Outlaws, though they’ve all pieced it together at this point. This thing between us—it was never about the job.”
Dan’s heart squeezed tight at the admission. The thought of that ferocious man ever being a scared kid had him swallowing hard. He reached forward to rest his palm over Grif’s. They both stared out at the city splayed before them, the winking and static lights all different shades of lavender and silver. In the distance, Lake Michigan stretched out, an inkspill on a canvas that he both loathed and loved.