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Weekly Word Count: 6/13/19

Word Count: 3282

What story I’m currently working on:

After finishing A Thief’s Crusade last week, I turned down to a slow simmer on the word count front. Still, 3k of a head start into Tempting Ballad (Discord’s Desire #3) isn’t bad! Of course, right as I start Tempting Ballad, ideas for Pomegranate Kiss (Eros Tales #2) keep creeping into view. I’m hoping to finish both of those books this year. Since I still have half a year ahead of me, I’ve got high hopes.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Catch the fae trifecta I released over the past two weeks! Siren’s Call is out for free,  and Hypnotizing Beat is out, and if you need a light beach read, check out Color of a Soul. Soon enough, I’ll be diving into edits for A Thief’s Crusade, but in the interim, I decided to challenge myself with an intensive edit on Outlier Heir. I think it’s really changed how it reads, and I think the earlier issues are becoming that much clearer. And in July, we’ve got the relaunch of my Philadelphia Coven Chronicles with Hunting for Spring, and the brand new launch of the Eros Tales series, starting with Taking Root!

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Teaser of the week:

“I needed a distraction. A drink, a good tumble, anything—even this sure-to-be- trouble punk show.”(1)

Currently listening to:

Line of the week:

“Ditch the cigarette,” Renn said, hooking his thumbs through the belt loops of his patched-up leather pants. His Doc Martens scuffed the asphalt as he closed the distance between them.

Kincaid’s lips pursed, amusement gleaming in those eyes. “Oh yeah? Any reason I’d give a damn about, or do you just feel like being bossy?” His deep bass rumbled through the air, and Renn sucked his lower lip through his teeth. He’d probably murder someone to hear that voice whisper dirty things in his ear.

Renn reached out and grabbed him by the lapels of his button-down. “Yeah, because I don’t want to fucking taste an ash tray when I make out with you.”

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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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