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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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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:

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.