Gaslights and Graves is available for pre-order now and set to release in May! Get your copy HERE!
Word Count: 15,642
What story I’m currently working on:
Well now, I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to keep up that breakneck pace with the Wanderer’s story, but as I’m typing this, I’m closing in on 23k. I’ve very rarely had a story pour out of me this quickly, but apparently it’s been pent up and needing to be told for some time now. This story has been tugging at my heart in all of the best ways too, the lead characters so vivid and vibrant it hurts. Cole is proud, and responsible, and constantly smoothing over the fights between his siblings, the weary sort of soul who carries too much. And Bree is fire and a fight, she’s the crack of a whip, with the sting that lingers.
What I’m editing/marketing: To quote Shrek the Musical: the waiting, the waiting, the waaaaaaaiting! While I’m testing my patience with all this waiting, I’m charging ahead with the writing of the things. I’ll be getting edits in soon as well, so I have plenty to work on. I got the cover for A Reflection of Ice, so that was excitement, and I’m launching into marketing prep for that eventual release as well as Gaslight and Graves.
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Line of the week:
Riley snorted, letting out another slow stream of smoke. “Mrs. Wormwood’s voice is currently the soundtrack of my nightmares. Her nasal drone haunts me.”
“Got to remix that shit,” Cole said stubbing the toe of his boot against the gray paver in front of him. “Throw some electronic backbeats behind it, add in cat wails for good measure, and you’ve got a hit on your hands.”
Riley let out a sharp laugh, one of those surprised, real ones. “You’re missing your true calling. ‘World War Mew’ would be a way more entertaining way to spend history class.”
Word Count: 17100
What story I’m full *steam* ahead on this steampunk story! And by that, I mean by the next update it’s going to be finished. I’m at 28k and I’m only projecting about 30ish for this novella! Which means what project comes next will be a roulette, lol. Who knows!I even did a bit more of the Musketeer Pirate story, closing out another chapter at 5k. Slowly, this world is starting to unfold, and it’s been a joy to write behind the scenes. Every ounce of it is pure inspiration.
What I’m editing/marketing: NONE OF THE THINGS! Well, mostly because I’m writing like a beast. Captivating Melody is still in edits, but it’s just paused while I push through on this steampunk story…which I can soon edit! Although, on a super cool note, I’m currently doing edits on the audio files for the Airship Named Desire audio book. I’m not going to lie, this narrator is so talented she’ll give you goosebumps. I haven’t fallen in love with a voice like this since FemShep.
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Line of the week:
“Because it took a stubborn technomancer willing to risk everything for those she cared about to remind me that I was capable of a little daring too.” He offered her a half-smile, trying to ignore the way his pulse quickened, at how his heart twisted with the intensity of the admiration he felt for her. He’d offered many, many lies in his day, but this was the solemn truth, and by the blazes, it felt glorious to let it free.
With my latest novel and the final book in the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles series coming out next week, I wanted to chat a little bit about what hijinks the crew gets up to this time!
Throughout the series, we’ve covered Fairmount Park like…a bunch. We’ve also visited the Magic Gardens on South Street, hit the goth/industrial club, Chinatown, Mount Moriah Cemetery, and the Laurel Hill Cemetery. And Waking for Winter isn’t about to disappoint with more Philly exploration. On top of roaming through more of these city streets, one of my favorite scenes in the book takes place at the Wells Fargo center amidst an ice hockey game with our home team. (The Flyers, for those who don’t know. Even folks like me who aren’t as into the sportsball are quite aware of the Philly teams.)
The Coven Chronicles series dives into the heart of this city, albeit an alternate version infected with monsters, and I hope you guys can see the uniqueness on every page.
Join the fun in Waking for Winter!
The Philadelphia Coven has thwarted the Order of the Serpent’s every attempt to destroy their city, only to draw out the scariest nightmare from the Otherworld–the Caoranach. However, one member of the Philly Coven, Cami Akiyama, has already met this creature–the very monster who tortured her and branded her with a mark. Given their history, the Coven leader assigns her a bodyguard–none other than the gorgeous and lethal necromancer, Dante Martinez, the ex-boyfriend she’d disappeared on years ago. A single conversation confirms the spark between them never died, and based on the way Dante teases and flirts, he’s not about to let that flame get snuffed out without a fight.
No one has ever compared to the incendiary passion Dante inspired in her, but after being marked and broken by a monster, she’s too damaged to rekindle any sort of relationship. Not like that stops him. If anything, he fights harder for the memories of a love that kept her sane on her bleakest nights. And despite every effort to distance, Cami finds herself falling for him all over again. Except the Caoranach doesn’t just plan to devastate this city. The Caoranach possesses a deadly secret; one, when revealed, holds the power to shatter Cami completely.
Word Count: 7,775
What story I’m working on: Hit 24k with Future King, and I’m feeling things pick up a bit with it–not going to lie, for some weird reason, I’m finding Shameless super inspiring for this story. As for Forged Alliances, the central problem has unfolded and it’s all racing towards the end from here. I can see it in the far distance as I capped the week at 35k!
What I’m editing/marketing: Submitted Waking for Winter to my editor the other week, so I’m crossing my fingers and waiting for a response on that. Reviews of Rising for Autumn are still coming in, which is all of the excite since it’s now available! I’ve been polishing Iron Legacy as well–given the distance and detachment from the story, the initial flaws are really clear, but also quite simple to fix, so wish me luck.
Line of the week:
“This the guy I’m supposed to be fighting?” Dax called out, his hands in his pockets as he strolled up to the Tribe. “When you said bear alpha, I was impressed—expecting some big, brawny thing, but instead, this beanpole shows up.” He flashed his teeth with his smile, knowing in this case he literally poked the bear.
Dorlan growled, a deep guttural bellow that threatened to rip through the place.
Dax winked at him. “Save it for the match, hot stuff.” If looks could kill, he’d be dead at this point. One thing he excelled at beyond all else was pissing people off. What most didn’t realize was that in keeping his temper, he had the advantage. Besides, when it came to serious types, they were all too fun to torture—he’d delighted in pressing Sierra’s buttons from the moment they’d met.
“I’ve never seen Dorlan that enraged. You truly have a gift for annoyance,” Sierra murmured as she stepped up beside him.
Word Count: 3,000
What story I’m working on: Slow but steady with Future King and my summer Shifter story!
What I’m editing/marketing: Chasing Fate is what I’m primarily editing, though I’m also going through the audio files for the Snatched audio book to mark edits for the narrator. Hoping to have it released before the end of the year!
Line of the week:
Sierra controlled herself, just barely, as she forced her claws back into place. Out of everyone, she had to rein in the leash on her beast, because as alpha, she set the example for her pack. “You’d figure with so many pups under one roof, a kitty cat wouldn’t be stupid enough to wander in.”
“Oh you know, curiosity and all that,” he flashed her a grin, white teeth gleaming against his tanned skin. “You folks give the warmest welcomes to newcomers.” He tugged on the end of his baseball cap before crossing through the crowded bar without a care. The cocky bastard ignored the bristling wolves on either side begging to leap forward, each lethal in their own right—either he had brass balls or lost his common sense a couple states back. More than a couple members of her pack glanced her way, waiting permission to lunge for the bastard and take him down.
“Well, when we get love notes as charged as yours, tends to inspire passionate responses.” Sierra forced a grin, baring her teeth in the process.
Word Count: 3,500
What story I’m working on: Back to normal word counts since NaNo is over and I have all the edits to do! I’m working on my Future King series now, as well as a novella with shifters! Werekitties and werewolves!
What I’m editing/marketing: Chasing Fate is top on my list, but I’ve also started doing some minor brush up on Waking for Winter since the beginnings of my beta feedback is coming in!
Line of the week:
The truth was, as much as I tried to deny my power with alchemy, the moment my fingers touched metal, my entire soul buzzed. I’d tamped down my urges time and time again over the years, but if anything, they’d grown hungrier in my refusal, the sensations stronger. I sucked in a sharp breath, not wanting to acknowledge the reality Merlin suggested, one that stirred me deep in my bones, to a primal part of myself I’d restrained my entire life.