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Weekly Word Count: 2/5/20

Word Count: 8,333

What story I’m currently working on:

Well, first off, I FINISHED Tempting Ballad. So once I get some feedback on it, I can begin working on the edits, and then you’ll hopefully have a lovely new book in the series coming to you this year. It honestly just feels like a massive win due to how long I spent on that project. I couldn’t decide what to work on next, so I wrote another chapter in paranormal western, bringing it to 6k, and then I ended up writing the first 300 words to Of Alchemists and Arsonists. Can’t hurt to put more words into that, since it’ll be due this year, and it’s the last in the series.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Currently, I’m bouncing between two old manuscripts that I’m slowly attempting to polish up and maybe resubmit down the line. While Tempting Ballad is off with beta readers, I’m catching up on the things I normally don’t have time for. And I’m also getting ready to promote both Rising for Autumn and Of Coppers and Cracksmen in April!

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Teaser of the week:

“The blood staining Ellie Whitfield’s hands was as good a reason as any to run from the mutton shunters.”(1)

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Line of the week:

He heaved a sigh and began to rearrange the bottles on the shelves, making the display more even. Different colored liquids glowed with pearlescent promise, while others looked like the sludge scraped off shoes at the end of the day.

The first time his shop had been broken into overnight, Theo had swung over to install a locking mechanism on the door sure to keep thieves out.

The second time his shop had been broken into in the middle of the day, Ellie had arrived to place a Derringer in his palm with a warning to practice his aim.

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Weekly Word Count: 1/29/20

Word Count: 8,011

What story I’m currently working on:

Only at 65k in Tempting Ballad, which is a little behind on where I wanted to be, but honestly, I’m closing in on the ending and that feels like a victory. Especially since most of the books I started last year are in limbo. I’m projecting this to be about 70k, which should be perfect, so by the time I update on next week, if I’m not finished, something is severely wrong. But seriously, this story was really fascinating from beginning to end, and I’m going to miss Leo and Renn.

What I’m editing/marketing:

I had to work on the last round of edits for Rising for Autumn, which is exciting, because both that book and Of Coppers and Cracksmen are slated to appear in April! After how many releases and re-releases I went through last year, it feels weird to have slowed down. I think it’ll be close to 6 months between releases. However, I’m hoping for good news on the submission front, which will help with my whole release plan and kick off some new series for next year.

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“I mean, we could look, or we could just start pulling shit off the shelves,” Renn said, his hands moving before he finished the statement. All this anxious energy buzzed through him threatening to short circuit his brain if he didn’t move, move, move. He tugged one book off the shelf, sending it clattering to the ground and immediately went back for another.

Ky snorted, but the incubus stood beside him trying to same tactic. “Works for me.”

“You could try to prove me wrong about my estimates on your intelligence at least some of the time,” Jett murmured behind him.

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Weekly Word Count: 1/15/20

Word Count: 6043

What story I’m currently working on:

And I’m slowly continuing to increase the wordage! While not a knock it out of the park week, I’m back to steadily writing, which is a joy and relief. Through December and early January, I was wondering if I’d lost my mojo. But I’ve passed the midway point of this book and I’m getting closer and closer to a conclusion–which if my nebulous bullet points turn out the way I want them to might be a rip-roaring end.

What I’m editing/marketing:

I still have Saving Throw and A Thief’s Crusade in limbo where they’re just spinning in circles for awhile. My goal for this year with them is to have answers for you of where they’re going (hopefully out in the world, because I love both books so much!). However, I realized it’s okay for those to take time, since again, they begin two new series. Even though Eros Tales is on pause, I’m still going to continue writing that series until I have all five books ready for a lightning release in 2024. And after I finish Tempting Ballad, both Whitfield Files and Discord’s Desire will only have one book left in both series! GOALS!

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Line of the week:

Leo leaned back, digging his elbows into the mattress. He looked up at Renn, and the moment their eyes met, Renn’s breath snagged. That gaze flickered with a yearning strong enough to set a city ablaze. Like he could even hope to fight against the surge in his chest in response, the sharp twist of longing that made it difficult to think, to reason, to breathe.

Renn hadn’t said anything while Leo talked. What could he say? Most words during his worst times just made him want to punch people in the face. However, as he straddled Leo and their gazes refused to budge, the words reached his lips at last.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” Renn murmured, the softness in his voice this foreign thing, like he wasn’t the one speaking.

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Weekly Word Count: 12/18/19

Word Count: 1324

What story I’m currently working on:

So, I did the first baby step into continuing Tempting Ballad, getting it up to 33k. I’ll be continuing it tomorrow and I’m hoping to just get 10k further into the book by the end of the year, which seems like a doable goal. I hope so at least, because I want to have that book ready to come out next year.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Saving Throw and A Thief’s Crusade are out on submission, so hopefully that can lead to decent things down the line, but all of that is going to take time. Post the holidays I should be getting back to the book grind more heavily, including finishing up Of Coppers and Cracksmen to get it to the publisher. That means in 2020 I’ve got to be writing Of Alchemists and Arsonists too, which should be an interesting final jaunt in this odd, steampunky universe.

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“Mordecai snorted. “Surely, I thought you_d invite the chaos on board and offer it tea.”

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Line of the week:

Of course, the assholes sent a barrage of texts but no actual explanation why they were having a band meeting in the RV. He’d gotten a dozen or so eggplant emojis in his inbox too, thanks to Ky and Danica. Apart from salacious details on the mind-melting sex with Leo Kincaid he’d overshare to his bandmates, any other thoughts on the man were locked away, even from himself. The lingering warmth in his chest as he finished off the scone begged to differ, but he’d become a vet at ignoring pesky emotions.

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Weekly Word Count: 10/2/19

Word Count: 10166

What story I’m currently working on:

Well, I just passed the 36k mark on the first book in the Dungeons and Dating series. This book is just flowing, and I keep rolling through with it. My goal is 70k for the book, but it’ll probably end up being more like 60k, which is fine. I’ll eventually be returning to Tempting Ballad too, though I’m probably going to swing a concentrated effort into it during NaNoWriMo in November.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Well, my focus is switching around due to certain developments, so while I’m working on this new foray with the Dungeons and Dating book, I’ll be continuing the Outlier Heir rewrite. It’s coming along, since I’m 1/3 of the way through. I finished up on the Scrying for Summer edits, so you can be keeping an eye out for the pre-order soon. Speaking of pre-orders, Captured Memories is already on the docket, book three in the Cupid’s Cafe series. AND if you haven’t checked it out yet, Forged Redemption is now LIVE! The entire Tribal Spirits series is available on Kindle Unlimited for a limited time only, so check it out!

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Jasper clutched a hand to his chest. “It’s like a real Thanksgiving dinner with Mommy and Daddy fighting.”

Roxie couldn’t help the snort that flew from her. Leave it to Jas to switch to sarcastic humor. “This is leagues better than trying for a Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I don’t have to drive anyone to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.”

“Or pull a needle out of anyone’s arm,” Ford contributed. Roxie’s brows lifted—that was the most the guy had volunteered since he’d started working for them. She met his gaze and nodded. She understood.

“Christ, what kind of Thanksgiving dinners have you guys been going to?” Mel jumped in. “We just have turkey, mashed potatoes, and a pun-off.”

Lilah blanched. “Oh god, that’s way worse.”

Mel snorted and lifted up a spoon full of mashed potatoes. “Points are deducted for fowl play.”

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Weekly Word Count: 9/12/19

Word Count: 9,713

What story I’m currently working on:

Well, I’m at 19k in Tempting Ballad, and 2k on my Paranormal Western. Damn, I think I’m starting to get back to my old pace! I’ve been doing so much editing for the past month that I’ve barely put new words down, and I definitely missed it. However, writing is a reflex, and after so long of not writing, the reflex was taking awhile to kick back in. Renn and Kincaid are an interesting pair, and the Paranormal Western has been percolating in my brain for awhile, even though I’m not sure where I’m going to take it.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Still living that waiting life, lol. However, now that I don’t have long, extensive editing projects, I’m able to switch to the rewritey edits I was mid-stride on for Outlier Heir. I’m taking it as an exercise to see how far I can develop the old story. I think it still has a lot of promise, and I don’t want to let it just rot in purgatory, but given a few years distance, I can see a lot of the flaws waiting to be fixed. The final Tribal Spirits book, Forged Redemption, comes out October 1st, 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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Line of the week:

Renn stuffed his trash into the can and strode over to where Kincaid was still picking at his asparagus. He leaned down and wrapped his hands around the take-out container. “I’ve got this.”

“What’s saying I’m finished?” Kincaid asked, his tone amused.

“I am,” Renn growled. He almost flung the container onto the desk before he strode back up to Kincaid and closed the space between them. He wrapped his hands around Kincaid’s neck and planted his lips onto the man’s.