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Weekly Word Count: 9/04/19

Word Count: 2531

What story I’m currently working on:

I’m at 12k at Tempting Ballad and still trying to get in the swing of things. It’s taking some time, since I just did a major editing push. Though, this book has been scorching so far–Renn’s got sex on the brain nonstop, and it’s going to be tough to switch this commitment phobe’s gear to a relationship with the rebel CEO. I adore both of the characters though. They’ve been really fun to write.

What I’m editing/marketing:

The waiting, the waiting, the waiiiting–now on Pomegranate’s Kiss too, because I finished that book this past week and sent it off to submissions. Once I hear back from the publisher, I’m going to decide if I’m gonna start writing Tempting Ballad and the next Eros Tales simultaneously, because Mitch and Nellie’s story is begging to be written. Next on the release agenda is the final Tribal Spirits book, Forged Redemption, but there will also be two re-releases in November: Captured Memories (Cupid’s Cafe #3) and Scrying for Summer (Philadelphia Coven Chronicles #2)

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Teaser of the week:

“She glanced to him and patted the seat beside her. “I only bite on Tuesdays. You’re safe.”

Currently listening to:

Line of the week:

Renn slid into the bed, that scent of Kincaid’s rosewood cologne wrapping around him. Kincaid reached forward, stroked a palm over his cock, and then bit his ear. A shudder ran down Renn’s spine and he ground himself against Kincaid’s grasp. He didn’t give a damn if he’d already come earlier in the night—he was ready for round two.

“Hope you have dirty dreams about me,” Kincaid murmured. “See you in the morning.”

Just as fast, he removed his hands and teeth and then switched the light off. Kincaid slipped under the blankets, rested his head on the pillow, and closed his eyes. Renn flipped to face him, the man’s hands not all over his body like they should’ve been.

“You’re a fucking sadist,” Renn muttered, running a hand through his tangled strands. His cock was so hard he could knock someone out with it.

“Only for you, gorgeous,” Kincaid shot back, his lips lifting in a grin even though his eyes remained shut.

Renn swallowed hard as he flipped away from Kincaid. Something about this caused his skin to prickle—it felt way more intimate than sticking his dick in someone. He shifted at least five times before Kincaid’s hand settled on his side. The weight of it caused Renn to still, for once the thump-thump-thump inside him levelling out. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath.

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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