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Weekly Word Count: 10/9/19

Word Count: 11001

What story I’m currently working on:

Aaaaand the words keep flowing. I’m keeping decent pace, since I just reached 47k on the first book in the Dungeons and Dating series. I’m definitely teetering closer to the finish line, but there’s still quite a bit left to write. We’ll see. If I’m really feeling the scenes, I may finish the book next week, but that’s dependent on how long certain things take to write out, etc. I’d like this book to be 65-70k, but my romances tend to end up around 60k, so I’m not sure how the chips will fall.

What I’m editing/marketing:

I’ve slowed down on the edits for Outlier Heir, because I’m also reviewing the audio files for Color of a Soul this week. Hopefully that will be coming out over the next few weeks! Yay new audio book! I also just got the ARC for Scrying for Summer in, which means that it’ll be up for pre-order on Amazon any day now! The other book on pre-order that’s coming out a day earlier is Captured Memories. If somehow you missed out on my bold and beautiful Tribal Spirits series, check out Forged Alliances, the first book in the series, for only 99 cents!

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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:

Lilah and Rose sat with Tabby at the opposite end of the bar. Roxie strode in their direction. A woman at the bar was giving her the eye, furtive glances followed by a delicate sip from whatever pink drink she was nursing. Roxie bobbed her head in a nod as she passed by, not wanting to be rude. She wasn’t in the mood for a random hookup or one-night stand though.

She wanted something real.

She wanted Mel Roberts.

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Weekly Word Count: 9/12/19

Word Count: 9,713

What story I’m currently working on:

Well, I’m at 19k in Tempting Ballad, and 2k on my Paranormal Western. Damn, I think I’m starting to get back to my old pace! I’ve been doing so much editing for the past month that I’ve barely put new words down, and I definitely missed it. However, writing is a reflex, and after so long of not writing, the reflex was taking awhile to kick back in. Renn and Kincaid are an interesting pair, and the Paranormal Western has been percolating in my brain for awhile, even though I’m not sure where I’m going to take it.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Still living that waiting life, lol. However, now that I don’t have long, extensive editing projects, I’m able to switch to the rewritey edits I was mid-stride on for Outlier Heir. I’m taking it as an exercise to see how far I can develop the old story. I think it still has a lot of promise, and I don’t want to let it just rot in purgatory, but given a few years distance, I can see a lot of the flaws waiting to be fixed. The final Tribal Spirits book, Forged Redemption, comes out October 1st, but there will also be two re-releases in November: Captured Memories (Cupid’s Cafe #3) and Scrying for Summer (Philadelphia Coven Chronicles #2)

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Teaser of the week:

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Line of the week:

Renn stuffed his trash into the can and strode over to where Kincaid was still picking at his asparagus. He leaned down and wrapped his hands around the take-out container. “I’ve got this.”

“What’s saying I’m finished?” Kincaid asked, his tone amused.

“I am,” Renn growled. He almost flung the container onto the desk before he strode back up to Kincaid and closed the space between them. He wrapped his hands around Kincaid’s neck and planted his lips onto the man’s.

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Weekly Word Count: 8/22/19

Word Count: 1780

What story I’m currently working on:

Tried to write at least a LITTLE this week even with all of the other stuff going on. I hit a little past 8k with Tempting Ballad and am going to keep pacing forward with it. Even though I’ve got no idea where this story is going to take me, I’ve got a couple players in place to toy around with, and the boys have been bantering like fiends. They’re so much freaking fun.

What I’m editing/marketing:

THE WAITING THE WAITING THE WAITING. On the submission front at least. I’m going to keep working on Pomegranate’s Kiss, because I’m actually into the final rounds of edits on it, though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to finish it by the end of the month. If not, that’s okay, because I’ve got a class to teach starting next week that is going to take up some extra time, so I’m cutting myself the slack. The next release on the horizon though is in October…Forged Redemption.

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Teaser of the week:

“Because it took a stubborn technomancer willing to risk everything for those she cared about to remind me I was capable of a little daring too.”

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Line of the week:

His mouth collided with Renn’s at a bruising force. His fingers threaded through Renn’s hair and he tugged, his grip tightening. His other hand slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt to feel those washboard abs. Renn tasted like whiskey and blood and he couldn’t get enough. He trailed his fingers down that chest to cup Renn’s cock, the sizeable erection straining the seams of his jeans. Kincaid already got hard the moment this man walked through the door.

Renn kissed like an attack, with teeth, with force, with an inherent wildness that was utterly real.

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Weekly Word Count: 8/14/19

Word Count: 738

What story I’m currently working on:

Dipping my little toe back into getting words on paper. I hit 7k with Tempting Ballad, and I’m going to keep working on that right now. It’s going to take me a little bit to find my groove with the book, especially because Discord’s Desire requires figuring out the fae politicking end of things etc etc, but Renn’s voice comes across really strong, and I feel confident that this will be a super fun book.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Now I’ve got two projects out on submission, so it’s all sorts of the waiting game right now. In the interim, I’m trucking through the edits for Pomegranate’s Kiss, which I’m hoping to finish before the end of the month! And I’m currently working on the content for the class too, so there’s that. I also have a necessary round of edits on Scrying for Summer, which comes out in November, but the next release on the horizon is in October…Forged Redemption.

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Teaser of the week:

“She was no better than the shells by her feet, tumbling this way and that at the beck and call of the waves.”(1)

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Line of the week:

“Come on, Conspiracy Kid, don’t you have anything to say?” Clyde continued. “Any new theories to share?”

Oh hell no.

Conspiracy Kid was the nickname that haunted him after Belle disappeared, because he was the only person in the family who seemed to give a fuck. Mom and Dad told him to keep quiet, and his cousins? Well, they were merciless.

“Didn’t take you for a masochist,” Renn said, his fingers tapping on the tabletop. “That’s more my thing. Yet here you are begging for a beating.”

The irritation had been simmering through his veins from the moment they hit the East Coast until it reached a slow, undulating boil. This place and that ugly mug brought those memories rushing to the fore.

Renn stood from his seat. When he turned to face Clyde, he led with his knuckles first.

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Weekly Word Count: 8/9/19

Word Count: 0

What story I’m currently working on:

Still jamming out on that revise and resubmit, but I think I’m finally nearing the end. It’s been time consuming as anything, but also just as rewarding. I’ve absolutely loved working on this story, and I’m excited and nervous to submit it in. Now that I’m finishing up though, I can finally return my attention to Tempting Ballad.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Thief’s Crusade is still out on submission, and A Card of Shadows is going to join it in a couple of days, so that’s all sorts of exciting. I’m getting more in depth in edits for Pomegranate’s Kiss now, but I also have a class I need to finish writing, so that’s going to come first. It’s only been a couple of weeks since both Taking Root, the first book in the Eros Tales series, and then Hunting for Spring, the first book in the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles series, came out! They’re both available to read for free on Kindle Unlimited! Next on the horizon is in October…Forged Redemption.

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Teaser of the week:

“Raven moaned at the sensations ripping through her, like the first splash of color on a monochrome canvas.”(1)

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Line of the week:

Bree hadn’t felt this way since she’d drank an entire carafe of coffee out of spite. Mom told her one cup was enough, and Bree—well, she couldn’t help but defy the rules. She had been seven, not used to drinking coffee, and as stubborn as she was now. In the span of an hour, the cramps in her stomach, the raw gurgling and churning as if she downed a bottle of acid, had been enough for her to swear off the stuff for good.

As they pulled onto their street, the feeling descended once more.

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Weekly Word Count: 8/1/19

Word Count: 153

What story I’m currently working on:

So, I was going to dive back into Tempting Ballad, I swear. Those teeny tiny hundred words were for that book. However, I got in a revise and resubmit for an old manuscript, and so I was busy in deep editing and rewriting mode, which takes a LOT. Chances are, it’s probably going to consume most of my time for the next few weeks, and I’m 100% okay with that. I loved this story to pieces, and it’s worth the effort.

What I’m editing/marketing:

With Thief’s Crusade out on submission, I can place my full attention on A Card of Shadows, which I wrote last year and am now rewriting like crazy. I loved that manuscript with a ferocious passion, the world, the characters, everything. I still have a class to continue writing, so I’m going to need to divert work into that, and I started doing some casual edits on Pomegranate’s Kiss when I couldn’t focus. Mid-July saw the release of both Taking Root, the first book in the Eros Tales series, and then Hunting for Spring‘s re-release, the first book in the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles series! Next on the horizon is in October…Forged Redemption.

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Teaser of the week:

“Raven moaned at the sensations ripping through her, like the first splash of color on a monochrome canvas.”(2)

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Line of the week:

“Not coincidence,” was all Maeve said, which didn’t help in the slightest. What made things worse is that Bree agreed, and Bree made a point to disagree with her sister any chance she got. But the truth was as brazen as this autumn air. Mom hadn’t come home, and a wraith prowled through their neighborhood. Growing up among the Wanderers taught you early on that everything was connected, from stubbing your toe on the kitchen table to finding out a rash of murders spread across Philly in the same morning. Bree was a firm believer, and right now, the belief settled in her gut like the fight she’d had with Mom.

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Weekly Word Count: 7/24/19

Word Count: 0

What story I’m currently working on:

I still didn’t write anything, but it’s totally fine. My priorities were with the other aspects of the job, like editing and marketing. I’m staring at Tempting Ballad, but it’s hard to dive back in after the entire-book-long excursion I took. Regardless, I’m going to get some more wordage done on it in August for sure. Over the next few days I should have recharged my well enough to dive back into the writing end of things.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Well, A Thief’s Crusade is now safely in a submission box, so I can attempt to put it out of my mind for the next few months. (Like that’s going to happen…) I’m kind of left with a hollow feeling after finishing two projects I loved so damn much, which is probably the sign to take a bit of a break and refill my well. I’ve got a class to plan, so I’m switching to that. Last week was also big for two releases, Taking Root, the first book in the Eros Tales series, and then Hunting for Spring‘s re-release, the first book in the Philadelphia Coven Chronicles series!

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Teaser of the week:

“He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.”

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Line of the week:

Jett sank into the seat beside him and cast a surveying glance around the room. “What do you think the prospects are like tonight?”

Renn wrinkled his nose as he glanced around. He spotted a couple of stunners by the bar, from the brunette girl with the smoky eyes to the hot guy with the flame red hair. “I’ve got a couple in mind already, but I’m willing to grab some food with you lot before I go to pillage.” He wanted every spare second he could with their makeshift family, before he headed to Boston Harbor Hotel tonight.

“So benevolent,” Liz drawled. “Gracing us mere mortals with your presence.”