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Forged Alliances Sale!

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Forged Alliances, Tribal Spirits #1, is on sale for only 99 cents! Start the series before the final book comes out in the fall!

And any Kindle Unlimited members are in for a treat, because books one through four are now available on KU!

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Forged Contract Cover Reveal

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Who’s excited for book three in the Tribal Spirits series? I know I am! Forged Contracts comes out for pre-order on March 5th and will release in April!

When Jer kisses his best friend Raven, the feelings they’ve been avoiding surface—including secrets from the past that might destroy them both.

Jeremiah Taylor’s responsibilities as the new pack beta are crushing him, especially with the unpredictable mood shifts since his shaman-supplied bipolar meds ran out. It’s the combination for doing something stupid, like kissing the one woman he’s never let himself pursue—his best friend Raven Takahashi.

When Finn left the Red Rock pack, Raven’s on and off again fling took her safety net with him—the one barrier keeping her from the raw and real way she feels around Jer. The moment the Pandora’s box opens after they kiss, she can no longer deny the sparks between them or hide from the demons of her past.

And when one of those demons shows up in Beaver Tavern representing an anti-shifter group to take over their land, Raven’s secrets threaten to get dragged into the light, which could cost her everything—her friends, her pack, and her home. However, if she and Jer don’t thwart the anti-shifter group’s takeover attempts, the entire Red Rock pack might find themselves banished from their own land.

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Forged Decisions Release Day!

Book two in the Tribal Spirits series comes out today! Get your copy of Forged Decisions!

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When Finn falls for Navi, a member of the East Coast Tribe, he’ll have to choose between the pack and family who saved him and the unforgettable woman who’s made her mark.

Ever since Sierra and Dax mated, forming their alliance, Finn has been restless in his position as beta for the Red Rock pack. So, when Navi, the gorgeous, lethal member of the East Coast Tribe, conscripts him to help break up the Landsliders’ drug-running ring, he leaps on the opportunity. As they work together, their attraction deepens to more than comrades and far more than a one-night stand. Except Navi isn’t sticking around town forever and Finn has his own responsibilities tethering him to the Red Rock pack.

When the trail to the drug ring leads them to the man who murdered Finn’s parents, Finn’s forced to confront the fears he’s buried and, in the process, the connection between him and Navi grows scorching and unforgettable. However, with an underground meth lab to bust and his parents’ murderer to take down, Finn throws his heart and soul into the fight, because he knows, even if he survives this, he’ll be forever marked by the goodbyes to follow.

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Weekly Word Count #106

Word Count: 6227

What story I’m working on: On Forged Decisions, I hit 5k, though it’s been a slow moving start. While I wanted to forge ahead on The Airship Also Rises, I keep stalling out on that project, so I decided to do a fun secret side-thing with another author and actually knocked out 3k with that one.

What I’m editing/marketing: Ho-boy do I have a lot going on! So, I got the major crits in on my Future King story, which means it’s time to roll up my sleeves and work some editing magic. And I submitted Cupid’s Cafe to After Glows last week and as of yesterday, Captured Memories now has a home! Which means even after Waking for Winter comes out, I’ll have another story launching this year. Speaking of Waking for Winter, I hope you’re as excited as I am. This story is dear to me, and marks the major accomplishment of my first series coming to a close!

Teaser of the week:

When Cami_s lips touched his, memory took the wheel. He_d never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fire

Line of the week:

“A mating ceremony? That’s the worst of all,” Navi grumbled back.

Jess rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, we know. You hate love. Anger, anger, roar.”

Navi snorted into her pillow. Not like she could hide anything from Jess—with the way they’d shared a room most of their lives, the woman was essentially her sister. Every time they officiated a mating ceremony, the nausea rolled through. Not because she hated love, but because she knew the couple had something she would never get. Jess put on a laid-back front, but Navi had watched her try and fail to keep several long distance relationships. When you constantly jumped from city to city, you got the clothes on your back and your Tribe—nothing else.

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Weekly Word Count #97

Word Count: 2,584

What story I’m working on: So, I’m a lying liar of lyingness. I did not make it to my projected 65k in Future King, instead only reaching 59, almost 60k. But guys, I had REASONS. Anyway, progress is plodding along with the story, and if I don’t finish it in April, I’ll be done it for sure in May.

What I’m editing/marketing: The reason I didn’t get far in writing Future King is because I finished editing Forged Alliances. Went on some crazy binge edits sessions since I’m on vaca for the rest of the week and won’t be updating this like normal on Thursday. Instead, you get the abbreviated version, heh.

Teaser of the week:

_She couldn_t help but admire the arch of his nose and how long his blond-red lashes were as he slept. This morning, under the sun_s dappled rays, he appeared so innocent. A smile cu

Line of the week:

If my Pendragon ancestor had made this hunt any more complicated, I was about to resurrect him from the grave just to murder him in the most colorful way imaginable.

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Weekly Word Count #92

Word Count: 15,314

What story I’m working on: Damn, I slid to the finish line for Forged Alliances this week! This story was a total blast to write, and I’m sad to see Sierra and Dax go, but I’m excited to continue the series in the future, as already it’s a vibrant, fun cast. Since I was so hyper-focused on finishing Forged Alliances, I let Future King slide right now, but I’ll be back on it next week!

What I’m editing/marketing: I actually just revised Iron Legacy and prepped the query and synopsis, so I’m about to enter submission zone again! Still waiting to here on Waking for Winter, and I also recently started submitting Captivating Melody to publishers, so fingers crossed.

Line of the week:

“Just so you’re aware, I don’t share,” Sierra said lightly, even though steel edged her words. “If we’re mated, that means you’re mine alone.”

“That goes both ways,” he murmured into her hair. “If any asshole tries encroaching on my territory, I’ve proved I know how to protect it.”

Sierra snorted, glancing up to him. “That’s assuming I don’t slit the bastard from navel to throat first. I’m not a fainting idiot in need of protection.”

Dax grinned, his eyes sparking with desire. “No way in hell a weakling would survive mated to me.”

 

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Weekly Word Count #87

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.