Word Count: 14,396
What story I’m currently working on:
Well, I kind of balanced getting some heavy writing and heavy editing done. I jumped back in on Eros Tales #3 and I’m currently at 15k on it, so if I keep a steady pace I can look to have it done in a month or so! As for quarantine romance, I’d be very shocked if I didn’t get the book finished this month, since I’m already at 25k and I’m not planning on it being a full length romance. For both books I’ve got vague outlines and I’m taking baby steps ahead as I try to figure out what I want to do. After those books are done, who knows what’s coming next. A lot depends on where my two series starters are in submissions (Outlaws #1 and Dungeons and Dating #1)
What I’m editing/marketing:
Because of all this time since I’m furloughed, I rolled through the edits on Of Alchemists and Arsonists, and the book is already submitted to my editor. So, fingers crossed for some good news with the final Whitfield Files book soon! On the Thief’s Crusade and Saving Throw front, I’m in a perpetual waiting cycle, so we’ll see where things go. I’m hoping to have some clearer answers by the end of the month. If you’re looking to grab some new reads, Of Coppers and Cracksmen is available for preorder now, set to come out May 19th! Rising for Autumn is also available for pre-order, set to come out April 29th! And later in June, Tempting Ballad is projected to release!
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The entire car ride back from the airport had been silent.
Nell hadn’t wanted to bring the situation up because Greg claimed he had things he wanted to talk about, and yet he brimmed with quiet the entire time. She may as well have turned the music in her car off, because the powderkeg tension one breath away from explosion drowned out anything else.
She parked in the driveway of their house and her heart twisted tight. Nell had snuck a glance or two toward him, somehow hoping maybe he’d suffered a little from his actions—that he might’ve felt some remorse. However, Greg’s hair was neat and combed back, and the sharp lines of his features undeterred, as if he were heading to a business meeting, not the dissolution of his marriage. She’d once found him so attractive it was painful, and now she couldn’t look at him without disgust roiling through her stomach.
How fast it had all faded.
She felt stupid for falling for him in the first place. For not realizing that he was just using his sales tactics on her to get her into his bed, his heart, his home. She honestly couldn’t tell if he’d ever been in love with her or if it had always been a gambit.
Nell turned the keys in her ignition and hopped out of her car, making her way to the door.
“You aren’t going to help me with my bags?” Greg asked, his brow lifted.
“Get them yourself,” she said curtly, heading for the door. “We’ll talk inside.”