Word Count: 11896
What story I’m currently working on:
Eros Tales is still hanging tough at 33k, and I’ll probably get back to it once I’m done my Rehoboth Pact Trilogy. Right now I’m really jive-ing with these girls and I’m stoked to maybe have a completed series to pitch. At this rate, I may be done writing the series by the end of the month. (A bit easier than normal, because it’s a novella series) I finished Rehoboth Pact #2 at 45k and I already started Rehoboth Pact #3 at 2k. I’m so excited to dive into these characters. Kyle is so precious and I want to protect her so badly.
What I’m editing/marketing:
On the editing front, I haven’t tackled anything of my own yet. I just finished Rehoboth Pact #2 and am waiting for some beta feedback before I dive in, and besides, I’ve had plenty of work from my own clients to handle. As for edits I’m waiting for on publishers, my slated projects are Tempting Ballad, Of Alchemists and Arsonists, and Midnight Heist!!! I’m so excited for all three books, because they each mean different things. Tempting Ballad will be my first LGBT book published, Of Alchemists and Arsonists will conclude my series, and Midnight Heist will be the start of my first LGBT series!
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Line of the week:
“The dark side of ‘It’s Raining Men,’” Chels murmured, snagging her bottle of beer and taking a swig. She pursed her lips, her gaze going distant for a second, fast enough that she’d almost missed it. “If I wanted a drooling frat guy, I would’ve stayed with my husband.”
Kyle’s grip on her drink tightened, and that impulse had her opening her mouth before she could help herself. “I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, because I’m sure you’re sick of hearing that. But if you need a breather, or if you need to talk, I’m here.”
Chelsea’s lips quirked for a moment and that intense stare rolled over her like a crack of lightning. Kyle swallowed, hard.
Chelsea nudged her thigh against Kyle’s. “You’re too damn sweet to be my sister’s best friend. I bet the women who eat you out get a toothache.”
Kyle spluttered mid-sip on her drink, almost spraying the liquid all over the table. Her cheeks flushed, the heat spreading whole body in seconds. She didn’t even know how to respond to that, so she just ducked her head and knifed her fingers through her hair. “Yeah, considering the epic dry spell I’m in, I highly doubt it.”