Word Count: 14002
What story I’m currently working on:
I’m still loving the new Dungeons and Dating series I’m working on, enough that I got all the way to 26k. It’s honestly the only thing pulling me through right now, because it looks like another series of mine will be on a five year hiatus. Once I slow down on Dungeons and Dating (or even finish it if I’m really jiveing with it), I’ll be back into working on Tempting Ballad, book 3 in the Discord’s Desire series.
What I’m editing/marketing:
My Eros Tales series is going to be on hiatus for five years, but in the meanwhile, I’ll be working on writing the entire thing in hopes of releasing all five books in 2024. I’m finishing up on the Scrying for Summer edits, which is great because it comes out in November! Captured Memories, Cupid’s Cafe #3, is already available for pre-order, set to come out November 5th, and the final Tribal Spirits book, Forged Redemption, is out on October 1st!
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“Every damn day,” Roxie said. Thinking of the warmth in Dad’s chocolate eyes, the smell of grappa, and the sweet melody when he spoke his native tongue instantly vaulted her back. She took the first steps under the pavilion, the shadows soothing her sun-warmed skin. “I’ve had a lot of time and space to grieve him, but coming back to places like this remind me of when we had a family. Before Mom started trying to drink herself into a grave and my sister coped by cutting us out.”
She stood by the overlook facing Stow lake and watched the water ripple. A few geese floated by, or paperina as Dad would’ve called them. She’d been terrified of coming back here, but as she looked out over the water, the first stirrings of peace swept over her like early morning dew. Mel stepped beside her, and a second later, she felt a palm against hers.
Roxie swallowed hard as their fingers intertwined. She clung onto that connection with all her might, just wishing, wishing, wishing. Mel wasn’t someone she could have, but her heart and mind ceased listening to logic.
With every passing day, Roxie fell for her a little more.