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Weekly Word Count #105

Word Count: 2,328

What story I’m working on: Well, I’m not quite back to full steam yet, but I’m tippy-toeing forward. Right now I’m balancing two manuscripts–The Airship Also Rises, and Forged Decisions. Forged Decisions is flowing easier at the moment, but the stuff I’ve been writing for the third Airship book is pure awesome. The sort of gems that have my shoulders shaking as I’m writing them.

What I’m editing/marketing:Well, Waking for Winter is all ready to launch, so I’m just trying to set up reviewers and marketing stuff for my release day! I’m pretty excited to share Dante and Cami with everyone, as well as bring that series to a close. I’m starting to get some feedback in on Future King, and I put some major time into working on a query this week. As for Cupid’s Cafe, I’m only waiting on a couple more responses, bu I actually have most of the edits finished. I should probably be able to submit it by next week. Part of what’s slowing me down so much is starting two projects simultaneously while I have two editing projects winding down–I need to get at least one of these off the burner!

Teaser of the week:

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Line of the week:

A shot rang through the air, coming from beside me. My jaw twitched.

Sabine stood with her pistol aimed and her finger still on the trigger. Those manicured brows were pulled together in fierce concentration.

“Damnit, Sabine,” I hissed, shooting her a look. “What happened to following my lead?”

She stared back at me with a familiar brand of insolence in those hazel eyes all while feigning innocence. “My finger slipped.”

My blood boiled, and I near had a conniption on the spot. A thousand curses on girls with smart mouths and access to firepower.

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Weekly Word Count #71

Word Count: 4,039

What story I’m working on: Waking for Winter

What I’m editing/marketing: Winding to an end with the Rising for Autumn edits. I may actually be able to finish next week, which means I’ll be sending it on in to the editor.

Line of the week:

“I’ll survive, Cam. Bitty bullet like that won’t take me down,” he forced out between gritted teeth, even though his hand clamped to his side. The scent of blood was a vibrant tang in the air that she knew far too well, which worried her. Dante would deliver his ‘just a flesh wound’ bullshit even if he was rolling up to death’s door just to keep her from getting upset.

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Weekly Word Count #70

Word Count: 4,541

What story I’m working on: Waking for Winter! And what a story it shall be!

What I’m editing/marketing: Editing Rising for Autumn like crazy, and marketing An Airship Named Desire, because this week only it’s 99 cents!

Line of the week:

Ever since her time in the necromancer’s clutches, she was still recovering lost memories from the quicksand of her mind. They’d drop like nuclear bombs, freezing her up at the worst time as visuals which should’ve stayed forever buried bubbled to the surface.

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Weekly Word Count #69

Word Count: 4,107

What story I’m working on: Waking for Winter

What I’m editing/marketing: Finished editing Captivating Melody, and now I’m throwing my full attention on Rising for Autumn!

Line of the week:

God he wanted to kiss her. Years ago, he’d have just crossed the space between them and scooped her into his arms, claimed the sugar sweetness of her lips and dissolved into that comfort. Except now a cold distance like the streets out there in stark winter had settled between them. She wanted friendship, which he’d respect, but hell it burned him alive when she was so unwittingly sexy. When she was the only one who knew he was a secret neat freak. That he hated ketchup with a passion and snakes freaked him out.

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West Chester Library Signing!

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This Saturday I had my first signing at West Chester Library! It was so surreal sitting at my table and having folks at the library come up and view me as an author. I’ve sold my books alongside my tea at many events in the past, but this was the first time I was standalone as an author, which was unnerving to say the least. But I also have the best friends and family in the world, and they came out full force to support me. Honestly, it was one of those moments that if in the future I’m feeling truly alone, I’ll be able to recall the way my heart leapt at each person to peek in through those library doors to see me. I can’t quite express the gratitude welling in my heart at that outpouring of support, but I hope they all know it made an indelible mark on me. So, so much love for my wonderful readers and wonderful friends!

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Weekly Word Count #64

Word Count: 10,265

What story I’m working on: I FINISHED Rising for Autumn, and now it’s with my betas!!!!

What I’m editing/marketing: Editing away at Captivating Melody, and preparing for my first author signing at West Chester Public Library!

Line of the week:

“He poured all of the elation that raced through him into that kiss, because chained or free, he’d choose her every time. ” (This happened after a super intense moment in the book and it still gives me shivers)

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Weekly Word Count #63

Word Count: 10,686 (You can tell I’m nearing the end when my word counts jump up like this.)

What story I’m working on: Rising for Autumn, and I’m at 50k! Only 10,000 more words until I burst past the finish liiinnne and then it’s edits and submission time!

What I’m editing/marketing: Currently editing Night Awakens and Captivating Melody simultaneously. It’s a doozy. As for marketing, I’m pimping the hell out of recently released Scrying for Summer, A Tale of Two Airships, and the Airship Named Desire sale–it’s only 99 cents at the moment!

Line of the week: (MYYYY HEEARRRRRT. This section slayed me.)

The purple sky spread out full of distant promise, the stars twinkling just out of reach. She memorized the proud arch of his nose, those full lips, and the somber eyes of a man who’d experienced enough grief to make anyone a monster. And yet, she’d never met a more caring individual in her life. A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.