Word Count: 25,000
What story I’m currently working on:
Uh. So I was REALLY into writing this book apparently. I knocked out 10k on Monday alone, which was totally unexpected, and so Pomegranate’s Kiss is DONE guys. I really can’t believe it. But there was so much fun drama and now I should probably switch my focus onto editing pretty hard core, but I couldn’t help myself! I loved this couple so damn much, and I was really feeling the whole family series type of thing, so my brain is already dreaming up book three of the Eros Tales!
What I’m editing/marketing:
Outlier Heir’s just been idling while I write like a fiend, and the other focal point of mine has been micro-edits for A Thief’s Crusade. I’ve also started to work on some of the bigger changes, making the necessary alterations. I didn’t get as much feedback on this one, so I’m going to have to use my best judgement and really go over it well before I begin submissions. And I’m in major prep mode for the re-release next week of Hunting for Spring, Philadephia Coven Chronicles #1, and after finishing book two in the series, I’m even more excited for the launch of the brand new Eros Tales series, starting with Taking Root!
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“Let me help.” She reached out and grabbed Cerberus’s leash, sharing the load with Lex who passed her a grateful glance. The side shave she now rocked only made her hotter, and in a black wifebeater, threadbare jeans, and those Docs she never ditched, Lex was still the only one she fantasized about. Cerberus pranced around, unceremoniously slobbering all over the Dusquene family gravestones, and then trampling over the Mills.
“Normal couples take their dogs to the dog park,” Cam mentioned, a grin on her lips.
“Normal couples are boring as shit,” Lex shot back, heading towards the path that led to the water where weeping willows bowed, their long branches and leaves almost brushing the surface. “Thank fuck we’re nothing like that.”