Word Count: 4, 514
What story I’m working on: Hit 22k with Future King, and I’m starting to get back into it this week. Hopefully I’ll dive into the fun scenes soon! And the shifter story, Forged Alliances, has reached the midway point! Wooo!! It’s rolling full steam ahead (hopefully serious steam, because tharr be sexytime scenes coming up).
What I’m editing/marketing: Just submitted Waking for Winter to my editor for Loose Id, so fingers crossed!!! Also, Rising for Autumn just came out, so if you want Alanna and Sam’s story, it’s now available! With nothing on the table to market though, I took one of my old projects, Iron Legacy, and started polishing it up again. Looks like another rewrite is looming on the horizon!
Line of the week:
“Look at all the shiny swag they’re toting,” she shouted, loud enough for the bastards to hear. “Didn’t know we were heading to some rich prick’s ball. Do you think you went overkill on accessorizing, laddies?” The second those words left her mouth, a graveyard hush swept through the market, followed by a groan from Lance. She shot him a glare and shrugged. “What? If they wanted to challenge us, they should’ve brought more guys.”
Word Count: 5,272
What story I’m working on: Hit 21k with Future King, which has been slow moving as of late. Meanwhile, things are really picking up pace with the shifter story and I’m starting to try and come up with a title. Any suggestions? I just hit 28k there and reached sort of the midway point of the story and where it’ll unfold from here.
What I’m editing/marketing: Just completed the final edit of Waking for Winter. Can’t wait to submit the final book in the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles to Tamzin! And on February 7th, book three, Rising for Autumn comes out, and I’m beyond excited for that release. I’m hella proud of that book.
Line of the week:
Well, Dax had wanted distraction, but he didn’t think meeting the infamous Tribe with a raging hard-on was putting his best foot forward. Still, the bloom of Sierra’s arousal in the air wasn’t helping tamp down the intense lust she inspired in him. He sucked in a deep breath and focused on nasty ass things, like wrinkled, paper-thin skin, the moldy can of tomatoes he had in the fridge, and the bottle of midori he’d killed as a teen, turning his puke neon green for days. By the time she opened the bar door, he was ready to face whoever waited inside.