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Weekly Word Count: 10/30/19

Word Count: 1344

What story I’m currently working on:

I got a little bit of Tempting Ballad worked on and then I also wrote a paragraph in Whitfield Files #2, though I didn’t get nearly as much worked on as I hoped for in launching back into writing. I’m planning on going full force for NaNo in November, so maybe I can make up for lost time then. I didn’t plan on this whole getting sick thing, which has wiped me out half of the week.

What I’m editing/marketing:

I started diving into content edits of Dungeons and Dating, did some line edits on it, so pretty much all I’ll need to do are final content edits and the big vibrancy, cliche, and grammatical passes. I’m thinking I’ll be done by the end of the year, which is all sorts of excite. Currently, I have A Thief’s Crusade out on submission, but if I don’t have any luck by December, I’m going to start submitting to more publishers. I really want the Outlaws series to come out for you guys next year. Also, Color of a Soul is now available in audio, and next week both Scrying for Summer and Captured Memories come out!

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Teaser of the week:

“Trevor had lived a long time, but he hadn’t dared believe he’d ever see the stripped down and unplugged version of Danica Maslanka.”

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Line of the week:

Renn rolled his eyes. “All work and no play makes Leo a pent-up boy.” He knew the man had a one-track mind for his goals in the same way he had a one-track mind for sex. “So far, you haven’t come close to meeting my sex drive’s requirements. I can always pop off for a snack on the side.” He knew he was goading the man on, but damn was it fun.

A growl came from Kincaid’s lips, and he rose from what he was doing to stalk over in his direction. Those hands gripped his wrists like iron and all Kincaid needed to give was the slightest shove for him to fall back onto the bed. Renn’s grin widened.

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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: 2/20/19

Word Count: 6662

What story I’m currently working on:

So, my pace has slowed, but for good reason. I finished up writing the LGBT heist proposal, and still managed to get a little work done on Forged Redemption, bringing me up to 14k. Once this proposal is turned in, I’m back to placing my full attention on Forged Redemption, and I think I know where everything’s going to go. My god though, it’s been a crazy February. Once I finish Forged Redemption (estimated by April/May), I’m most likely launching into finishing the Narnia Club book.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Lor, it was a week for editing on the fly! I finished the Narnia Club proposal and turned it in, and then finished writing the LGBT heist, so it’s edits time.  I’m continuing to make plodding pace with the Rising for Autumn edits too. Luckily I’m in the last leg of those, and after that it’s just Waking for Winter. Once I get my final proposal turned in, I’m switching my attention to Of Tinkers and Technomancers release, which comes out March 12th! And I’ll soon have news on the way about a Tales for the Skies compendium of shorts from my Take to the Skies universe.

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Teaser of the week:

“Hope you enjoy the show then, darling.” Heat flickered in his amber eyes, and his lowered voice made the implication quite clear.

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Line of the week:

“He was a sweet kid who didn’t deserve that sort of hell,” Drew murmured against her neck. His words made her want to sob, for him, for…

“Do you ever wonder?” he continued, his voice a hoarse scrape. “What ours would’ve been like?”

Even after years had passed, Ally couldn’t voice the answer out loud. The words stuck in her throat, and the chasm in her chest throbbed anew. Drew simply hugged her tight to him, because he understood.

Every damn day.