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Weekly Word Count: 8/14/19

Word Count: 738

What story I’m currently working on:

Dipping my little toe back into getting words on paper. I hit 7k with Tempting Ballad, and I’m going to keep working on that right now. It’s going to take me a little bit to find my groove with the book, especially because Discord’s Desire requires figuring out the fae politicking end of things etc etc, but Renn’s voice comes across really strong, and I feel confident that this will be a super fun book.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Now I’ve got two projects out on submission, so it’s all sorts of the waiting game right now. In the interim, I’m trucking through the edits for Pomegranate’s Kiss, which I’m hoping to finish before the end of the month! And I’m currently working on the content for the class too, so there’s that. I also have a necessary round of edits on Scrying for Summer, which comes out in November, but the next release on the horizon is in October…Forged Redemption.

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Teaser of the week:

“She was no better than the shells by her feet, tumbling this way and that at the beck and call of the waves.”(1)

Currently listening to:

Line of the week:

“Come on, Conspiracy Kid, don’t you have anything to say?” Clyde continued. “Any new theories to share?”

Oh hell no.

Conspiracy Kid was the nickname that haunted him after Belle disappeared, because he was the only person in the family who seemed to give a fuck. Mom and Dad told him to keep quiet, and his cousins? Well, they were merciless.

“Didn’t take you for a masochist,” Renn said, his fingers tapping on the tabletop. “That’s more my thing. Yet here you are begging for a beating.”

The irritation had been simmering through his veins from the moment they hit the East Coast until it reached a slow, undulating boil. This place and that ugly mug brought those memories rushing to the fore.

Renn stood from his seat. When he turned to face Clyde, he led with his knuckles first.

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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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