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Weekly Word Count: 10/9/19

Word Count: 11001

What story I’m currently working on:

Aaaaand the words keep flowing. I’m keeping decent pace, since I just reached 47k on the first book in the Dungeons and Dating series. I’m definitely teetering closer to the finish line, but there’s still quite a bit left to write. We’ll see. If I’m really feeling the scenes, I may finish the book next week, but that’s dependent on how long certain things take to write out, etc. I’d like this book to be 65-70k, but my romances tend to end up around 60k, so I’m not sure how the chips will fall.

What I’m editing/marketing:

I’ve slowed down on the edits for Outlier Heir, because I’m also reviewing the audio files for Color of a Soul this week. Hopefully that will be coming out over the next few weeks! Yay new audio book! I also just got the ARC for Scrying for Summer in, which means that it’ll be up for pre-order on Amazon any day now! The other book on pre-order that’s coming out a day earlier is Captured Memories. If somehow you missed out on my bold and beautiful Tribal Spirits series, check out Forged Alliances, the first book in the series, for only 99 cents!

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Teaser of the week:

He didn_t know what he searched for out there in all the blue. Maybe the faintest glimmer of hope, like the sun gliding off the rippling surface of the lake.(3)

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Line of the week:

Lilah and Rose sat with Tabby at the opposite end of the bar. Roxie strode in their direction. A woman at the bar was giving her the eye, furtive glances followed by a delicate sip from whatever pink drink she was nursing. Roxie bobbed her head in a nod as she passed by, not wanting to be rude. She wasn’t in the mood for a random hookup or one-night stand though.

She wanted something real.

She wanted Mel Roberts.

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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: 9/25/19

Word Count: 14002

What story I’m currently working on:

I’m still loving the new Dungeons and Dating series I’m working on, enough that I got all the way to 26k. It’s honestly the only thing pulling me through right now, because it looks like another series of mine will be on a five year hiatus. Once I slow down on Dungeons and Dating (or even finish it if I’m really jiveing with it), I’ll be back into working on Tempting Ballad, book 3 in the Discord’s Desire series.

What I’m editing/marketing:

My Eros Tales series is going to be on hiatus for five years, but in the meanwhile, I’ll be working on writing the entire thing in hopes of releasing all five books in 2024. I’m finishing up on the Scrying for Summer edits, which is great because it comes out in November! Captured Memories, Cupid’s Cafe #3, is already available for pre-order, set to come out November 5th, and the final Tribal Spirits book, Forged Redemption, is out on October 1st!

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“Every damn day,” Roxie said. Thinking of the warmth in Dad’s chocolate eyes, the smell of grappa, and the sweet melody when he spoke his native tongue instantly vaulted her back. She took the first steps under the pavilion, the shadows soothing her sun-warmed skin. “I’ve had a lot of time and space to grieve him, but coming back to places like this remind me of when we had a family. Before Mom started trying to drink herself into a grave and my sister coped by cutting us out.”

She stood by the overlook facing Stow lake and watched the water ripple. A few geese floated by, or paperina as Dad would’ve called them. She’d been terrified of coming back here, but as she looked out over the water, the first stirrings of peace swept over her like early morning dew. Mel stepped beside her, and a second later, she felt a palm against hers.

Roxie swallowed hard as their fingers intertwined. She clung onto that connection with all her might, just wishing, wishing, wishing. Mel wasn’t someone she could have, but her heart and mind ceased listening to logic.

With every passing day, Roxie fell for her a little more.