Word Count: 3543
What story I’m currently working on:
I started out slow, but I’m hoping the latter half of the week picks up! By next week, I plan to be moving at full force through A Thief’s Crusade with a plan of finishing the book before the end of June. I’m at 57k as it currently stands. Chances are, I’ll probably start working on Tempting Ballad next, book three in the Discord’s Desire series. I’m down to the final six-ish chapters of A Thief’s Crusade, so it’ll depend on if I’ve got the time to delve into this.
What I’m editing/marketing:
Hey! I upheld my vow! Forged Redemption is turned in to my editor! That’s also why the word count output was low, because I was throwing everything into finishing the book. That means Tribal Spirits is going to be finished before the end of the year. If you haven’t checked out the series yet, now’s a great time to catch up since book four, Forged Futures, is out! On top of that, my Discord’s Desire series is continuing with Hypnotizing Beat, which actually came out today! On top of that, Color of a Soul is coming out in a few days, Hunting for Spring is coming out July 17th, and Taking Root on July 16th!
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Line of the week:
He whirled around and closed the distance between them. The rest of the crew might tease the hell out of him, but he could deal with their shit. Grif gripped the back of Dan’s neck and pulled him towards him. His lips descended, pressing against Dan’s soft mouth, opened in invitation.
Dan melted against him, the heat between them incendiary. He tasted syrup sweet, and the scent of his coconut and lime cologne amplified his arousal. Something powerful reached inside his chest and tugged. Grif had operated off of listening to those tugs in his gut from the start, and he’d followed his intuition when he chose each of his Outlaws. That same intuition told him Dan was important, that he was worth holding onto.
Grif’s grip around his nape tightened for a second, and he swept his tongue through to deepen the kiss before he pulled back.
“Don’t take any stupid risks,” Grif murmured against his mouth.
“Already did.” Dan’s eyes gleamed with a knowing that settled inside him, one that brushed across his skin like fresh sunlight.