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Weekly Word Count: 9/18/19

Word Count: 13143

What story I’m currently working on:

Honestly, it’s a bit of a miracle that I ended up with the word count that I did. Given the bout of bad news last week, I thought I’d be down for the count a lot longer than this. However, I did take a hiatus on Tempting Ballad at 20k, and I’m pausing work on the Paranormal Western for now. I was getting into the vibe of the Discord’s Desire book, but the rough news kinda put a damper on that. However, I did end up getting a really fun idea and knocked out 12k on that book, so I’m just going to roll with that right now and take my joy where I can find it.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Everything I was working on kind of went on pause after the news last Thursday, so I’m still trying to sort out how to move forward. I’ll give the official updates on things when I have answers myself. In the interim, I got in edits for Scrying for Summer, which will be coming out with Soul Mate Publishing in November, so I’ve got to hunker down and work on those again. And the release of the final Tribal Spirits book, Forged Redemption, is less than two weeks away. For the time being, Forged Alliances is still 99 cents, so grab it at that price while you can!

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Roxie chewed on her lip, chasing around a piece of broccoli with a fork. “It’s more that half the time once we wrap up the kitchen’s closed, or I’m just on a mission to get home and know if I wait around, I’ll get suckered into more work.”

“I’ve always lived with someone, so we’ve always just kind of split the whole dinner thing,” Melody admitted. “Even though I’ve had my share of shitty roommates, I’d probably die if I were alone, eaten by cats or something. I seriously need to be around people.”

Roxie lifted one of those curved brows. “I’m starting a death counter for you, drama queen.”

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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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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.

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Weekly Word Count: 1/30/19

Word Count: 3942

What story I’m currently working on:

I hit 6k on Forged Redemption, slowly getting back to my normal pace. Next month I’ll be back to normal, sledgehammering away at this book, and I’m so excited for it. I’m not going to lie though, I’m a little romanced out, so after this book is done, I’m going to treat myself to starting the paranormal western I’ve been wanting to write. I have the feeling Forged Redemption is going to rip my heart out and stomp on it before I’m done though. A lot. Especially considering I’m three chapters in and already tearing up.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Oh my god guuuuys! Forged Futures is contracted with a release date already! SO AWESOME. Currently I’m waiting to hear back on Hypnotizing Beat, so fingers crossed. I’m most of the way through the initial Scrying for Summer edits and will make quick work of that, so then I can knock out the other two Coven Chronicles ones. And if you haven’t gotten it yet, nab Of Tinkers and Technomancers, which went up for pre-order this week! Oh, also, stay tuned, because The Airship Also Rises will be out in audio book any day now!

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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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Ally snorted as she leaned back in the uncomfortable seat, her container of lo mein resting on her thighs. “Come on now, you never needed that to be an asshole, Trainwreck.” The old nickname slipped out before she could help herself, one she wished she could swallow back. It dropped into the room like a bomb, flooding the room with tension.

Drew’s eyes flashed the umber of his mountain lion, a honeyed, dangerous gleam rolling through them. He cracked a grin, one that didn’t exactly settle her nerves. “You’re one to talk, Car Crash.”

That simple nickname on those perfect lips and she was sixteen and smitten.