Weekly Word Count #158

Word Count: 1346

What story I’m currently working on:

What’s with the pitiful word count, Kat? I know, seriously, I suck. But it’s because I’ve been in editing overdrive mode. I kinda just want to get something off my plate because balancing 4 books (2 writing and 2 editing) is stupid. But I made it to 11k with Hypnotizing Beat and I’m starting to vibe with the book again, so yay. Plus, once I get another project off my plate, I might try writing both Hypnotizing Beat and Forged Contracts at the same time. I really miss my Red Rock Pack ❤

What I’m editing/marketing:

I’ve got more news, guys! Soul Mate just picked up book two in my Coven Chronicles series, so the only books still homeless are 3 and 4. I’m prepping the synopsis for submission as we speak. Also, Captivating Melody is OUT, so grab your copy today! So, if I wasn’t writing this week, what was I doing? Not taking it easy, lol. I have been throwing myself full force into these edits, and I was originally hoping to finish them today, but it looks more like I’ll finish up with them at least by check-in next week. So that will be awesome. I put Musketeer Pirates in the editing backseat at the moment, but it’s still on my docket and I’m still working on it slowly and steadily. If you’re waiting for Colors of a Soul, my Little Mermaid retelling, pre-order Legends of the Veil!

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“If you keep burning the midnight aisle like this, I’m going to dub you the Ghost of Guitarist’s Past,” Ky set to yanking down the window behind the seats. Even though they’d parked in a dump of a lot with a bunch of beater vehicles and sketch neighbors, those desperate neons from the strip still tried their damndest to cut through the early morning grey.

“Who can sleep with the way you and Liz go at it?” Trevor muttered, reaching for one of Ren’s crumpled shirts he left strewn all through the floor of the RV. Trevor tossed it to Kieran. “Do us a favor and cover yourself up. The adoring fans aren’t here to see the show.”

Throwback Thursday: A Reflection of Ice

Lyra plunges into the woods for refuge, leaving the discovery of her stepmother’s affair and the woman’s ensuing rage back at the trailer park. However, a mysterious ringing in the forest leads her to a different sort of sanctuary, a castle of ice with a lonely prince living in his solitary kingdom.

While the castle holds haunting ballrooms, vast gardens, and rooms filled with more treasures than a museum, the cobwebs in dark corners whisper a different story. The longer she stays, the more she yearns to return to her rusty old home. Yet once she uncovers the secret of the ice prince in his castle, if she doesn’t find a way to escape soon, she never will.

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Captivating Melody Release Day!

God, I’m so thrilled for my first release with Evernight Publishing and the first book in the Discord’s Desire series! Get your copy HERE!

Cross a satyr, a siren, and an incubus with rock and roll, and you get Discord’s Desire, a band of panty-dropping hellions whose live shows incite orgies. As booking manager, Liz O’Brien has the monumental task of keeping the boys in line. She’s resistant to glamour of the fae and fame variety, which only makes her more tempting to lead singer, Kieran Blackmore. With his incubus charms, he could have any girl he wants—except Liz, who’s determined to stay professional.

However, when Kieran’s brother sends hitmen after the band, Liz discovers hunters with her abilities who are mortal enemies of the fae. Mercenaries might attack post-show, but Liz has her Beretta to handle that. What terrifies her more than any monster is how she’s falling for Kieran, which triggers every ‘run-away’ sensor in her foster kid handbook. With war brewing between the hunters and the fae, their love can only end in heartbreak.

To her relief, the lights dimmed even more, and the spotlights circled to the front and center stage, casting a hush through the crowd. A smile curled her lips once Kieran’s sultry voice came over the speakers, the effects dropping like a pheromone bomb onto the audience. A visible ripple didn’t cascade through the air, but once his voice reached a familiar intensity and the rest of the band began playing, a huge scream resounded through the crowd.

Even without the incubus abilities at work, she had to admit, the man possessed a toe-curlingly sexy voice. As she scanned over the crowd, the beginnings of the orgy broke out, where strangers locked lips and deepened their kisses. A pair in front of her started getting handsy, and all of a sudden shirts were coming off. They weren’t even finished the first song, and the scent of sex laced through the room.

Liz let out a sigh. This was why she stayed backstage during the shows. Her glamour-resistance turned her into the one sober person at this lust inspired rager. Her dry spell would have to continue for now since she refused to hook up with the tool next to her and didn’t mainline the swell of sexuality like everyone else. Plus, with Mr. Fae Bartender behind her, she needed to act with extra caution. Bolting from fae sent the same message as a red flag to a bull—pretty please, come chase me.

On stage, Trevor thrummed away at the guitar, his fingers plucking over the strings with the skillful focus he always employed. He leaned up to the mic in front of him to add in the background vocals, the sensual tenor blending with Ky’s baritone. Renn’s hair flew as he thrashed away at the drums, his hands moving lightning fast and his hooves tapping the pedals. Meanwhile Jett romanced the length of his bass, providing the deep undercurrent the siren always did as those notes came out soul-wrenching.

Kieran’s voice reached a crescendo, drawing her attention front and forward. Normally when he sang, his gaze cast far and wide over the audience, as if he were romancing the crowd as a whole, but tonight, his eyes were locked on one person alone. She tried to swallow, but her throat grew dry.

Long strands of his dark hair drifted across his eyes as he clutched the microphone and rocked back and forth with it, the intensity projecting in his voice. He’d tossed his patched leather to the floor, stripped to a black wifebeater that clung to him like a second skin and revealed the intricate phoenix tattoo coiling down his arm. His hips shifted while he moved to the beat of the music, his grey jeans clinging to those powerful thighs. Yet nothing snared her as much as his amber eyes focused straight on her the entire time.

Heat flushed through her at his undivided attention, and while she’d like to blame it on all the bump and grind going on around her, Kieran got her hot and bothered. However, she wasn’t one to sit back and melt. Liz met his eyes and winked with a smirk. She caught the hint of a smile by the crinkle in his eyes as he crooned away.

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I wrote this book two years ago, and since book one is coming out tomorrow, I already started on book two! However, the super secret is that it’s out EARLY! Grab your copy HERE today!

Here’s a sneak peek of the first page:

The stench of sweat, sex, and Chanel Number Five were never going to come out of Liz O’Brien’s jeans. She frowned as her Keds gummed to the floor backstage for the five thousandth time. That was the last gig they’d ever do at Peekaboos.

She peered past the stage out to the main floor of the strip club where a plethora of half- empty TicTac white tables populated the place. The remaining folks embarked on the bump and grind journey that at one tender age might’ve shocked and appalled her, but by now, she rolled her eyes and shut out the moans. Liz winced every time her shoe stuck to the black-and-white tiled floor as she crossed the room. Pink lighting skated throughout the place, even post-show, adding to the seedy ambiance.

She raked a hand through her long chestnut locks, a couple pieces drying to her face from the heat they pumped through this place. Guess since their strippers were shedding clothes, the staff had to keep ‘em comfortable.

Jett stood by the far door, giving her the ‘I’m bored look,’ which she’d come to realize happened about every two point five seconds when he wasn’t onstage or getting laid. After playing the bass for their earlier show, he’d tied back his dark strands, and his light blue eyes had a familiar twinkle in them. Average girls would see a ladykiller who screamed sex from his pores.

Liz noticed the prettier-than-average looks, but she also saw the greenish tint to Jett’s pale skin and the delicate gills along his neck. Since she’d never met her parents, Liz didn’t know the ‘why’ of her ability, but she’d always seen past the fae glamour shielding normal humans from the weird.

Jett lifted his sculpted brow in a cynical arch he’d perfected, jabbing at his watch as if she dragged along at a snail’s pace.

“The bar’s not going to disappear if you’re a couple minutes late,” Liz called out, quickening her pace to close the distance between them.

“Lies. I know for certain there’s an expiration date on the JD with my name on it. Six months on the road with us and you’d think you would catch on.” Jett slung his arm around her shoulder, the familiar weight one she’d never expected from her former one-night stand.

“It’s a miracle I’ve been able to put up with you lot for this long.”

Even though the first time she met Jett they’d fumbled in a back alley together, Liz much preferred him as her tether of sanity and staunch friend on the road. After all, traveling with rockstars was bad enough. The satyr, siren, banshee, and incubus were the real deal when it came to sex gods, with powers that worked on every human except her. She navigated the regular folks to book their gigs, while they made sure she wasn’t fae-bait to any supernatural who noticed her unique skill set.

Together she and Jett stepped out of the steamy room, which had begun to smell a little rank, and made their way down the narrow corridor leading to the front door. Neon pink lit the hallway, nauseatingly similar to the spotlights gleaming onto an opening act Liz would need bleach to remove from her memory banks.

“Good riddance,” Liz muttered as they strode through the doors onto the concrete landing.

Weekly Word Count #157

Word Count: 6333

What story I’m currently working on:

So, those who wanted more progress on Hypnotizing Beat are going to be disappointed…I’m still at 10k. However, those who wanted progress on An Airship Carol will be happy, because I finished it at 11k!! It took something off of my overloaded plate, but I’m not ready to set into Hypnotizing Beat yet because I need to get an editing project finished–so my target’s been set on Taking Root. Once I get some of these projects cleared off, then I’ll be back in writing mode, and I might add Forged Contracts to the mix too.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Weeeeell, I got some more news for y’all. Not only did book two in my Tribal Spirits series, Forged Decisions, get picked up by Totally Bound Publishing, but Hunting for Spring found a new home at Soul Mate Publishing. PLUS, us Cupid’s Cafe authors just signed a contract with Inkspell Publishing, so our series will be returning to that new home! Also, I’m currently gearing up for Captivating Melody‘s release on June 25th! I made MAJOR progress on the editing front with Taking Root, which I’m super happy about, and I’m keeping with the slow and steadies on Musketeer Pirates. If you’re waiting for Colors of a Soul, my Little Mermaid retelling, pre-order Legends of the Veil!

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Powdery white bullshit drifted down onto my head, settling there the same way it had begun to accumulate across the Desire’s deck. Taking a flamethrower to the approaching blizzard was ill-advised, at least by Isabella and Geoff. I, for one, still held hopes that I could burn that fluffy snow away.

Throwback Thursday: Captured Memories

An invitation to Cupid’s Café will change your life.

After the incident that caused Liv Morozov to drop out of college, years later she’s still trying to pick up the pieces of her life. She’s managed to carve out a career for herself as a photographer, but when it comes to guys? Her issues send them running for the hills, every damn time.

Zane Parata has declared himself off-limits for relationships. Between trying to maintain sobriety and the long hours he works as a chef, no one wants to deal with his brand of damage, and he wouldn’t want to burden them in the first place.

When Liv shows up at Cupid’s Café, she never expected to find Zane, her brother’s former best friend who had vanished one day and never returned. The sparks that surged when they were both teens rekindle stronger than ever, and all too fast, Liv and Zane entangle in each other’s lives, breaking their own rules. Except with both struggling with the demons from their past, the love that’s begun to grow is one lapse away from shattering the two of them beyond repair.

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Captured Memories is Under Contract!

Cupid’s Cafe #3 is now under contract with Inkspell Publishing! Add it to Goodreads for the latest info on the re-release!

An invitation to Cupid’s Café will change your life.

After the incident that caused Liv Morozov to drop out of college, years later she’s still trying to pick up the pieces of her life. She’s managed to carve out a career for herself as a photographer, but when it comes to guys? Her issues send them running for the hills, every damn time.

Zane Parata has declared himself off-limits for relationships. Between trying to maintain sobriety and the long hours he works as a chef, no one wants to deal with his brand of damage, and he wouldn’t want to burden them in the first place.

When Liv shows up at Cupid’s Café, she never expected to find Zane, her brother’s former best friend who had vanished one day and never returned. The sparks that surged when they were both teens rekindle stronger than ever, and all too fast, Liv and Zane entangle in each other’s lives, breaking their own rules. Except with both struggling with the demons from their past, the love that’s begun to grow is one lapse away from shattering the two of them beyond repair.

Forged Decisions is Under Contract!

For all those who loved Forged Alliances and were waiting for book two, you’re in luck!! It’s now picked up with Totally Bound Publishing and will be coming out a month after book one’s re-release in January 2019! In the meanwhile, add it on Goodreads to stay aware of the latest updates!

Ever since Sierra and Dax mated, forming their alliance, Finn has been restless in his position as beta for the Red Rock pack. So when Navi, the gorgeous, lethal member of the East Coast Tribe, conscripts him for help breaking up the Landsliders’ drug running ring, he leaps on the opportunity. As they work together, their attraction deepens to more than comrades and far more than a one night stand. Except Navi isn’t sticking around town forever, and Finn has his own responsibilities tethering him to the Red Rock pack.

When the trail to the drug ring leads them to the man who murdered Finn’s parents, Finn’s forced to confront the fears he’s buried, and in the process, the connection between him and Navi grows scorching and unforgettable. However, with an underground meth-lab to bust and his parents’ murderer to take down, Finn throws his heart and soul into the fight, because he knows even if he survives this, he’ll be forever marked by the goodbyes to follow.

Hunting for Spring Under Contract!

Hunting for Spring is now contracted with Soul Mate Publishing!!! Stay tuned, because you’ll be getting a newly edited version of my Philly series ❤

Hunters are a lonely breed, and Conor’s no exception, until the day he meets Brenna. Even though she slinks in unannounced and kills the wight he was hunting down, the girl’s a mystery and he can’t get that blinding smile or those gorgeous curves off his mind. Since they’re both after the same caster who’s unleashing these monsters, he suggests teaming up, and despite her initial reluctance, the hungry way she scans him down promises something powerful.

However, her secrets have repercussions, and faster than Conor can lift his Glock, he’s drawn into the web of kidnappings and Unseelie mischief, all concealing the machinations of a darker foe—one that plans to bring Philly to ruin.

Weekly Word Count #156

Word Count: 6036

What story I’m currently working on:

June just keeps speeding along! I was down for the count from Friday to about yesterday with a nasty head cold, but I’m getting back in the game. I’m moving at a turtle’s pace on Hypnotizing beat, but I just hit 10k, so that’s a thing.  And I plotted out the entirety of An Airship Carol, not like it’s long, but I’m hurtling ahead at 5k. I’m hoping to be finished it next week, which will take something off my way too overloaded plate. Also, I want to start working on the third Tribal Spirits book, but I have to finish Airship first.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Well now, the news is: Forged Alliances found a home! It got picked up with Totally Bound Publishing, which means the Tribal Spirits series is back on track, with the second book already submitted! I’m so excited to restart that series! On top of that, edits for Captivating Melody came and went, so it sounds like my release date is June 25th! SO SOON. Because I’m apparently insane, on the editing front I’m tackling Musketeer Pirates in a slow and steady fashion, as well as Taking Root!! I swear to god, my plate is so overloaded it doesn’t even know which direction to tip in. If you’re waiting for Colors of a Soul, my Little Mermaid retelling, pre-order Legends of the Veil!

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Teaser of the week:

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I took another sip of ale, savoring the sweetness as it coated my tongue. A smile spread to my face. “Isabella dear, I do believe we have a plan of action.”

She followed my gaze, arching a brow once she caught sight of the guy. “Better drink up fast,” Isabella murmured to Jack and Abby. “Your Captain’s about to ruin yet another bar.”

“Ruin’s a harsh word,” I responded, unable to help the sunbeams in my smile. “I prefer ‘inject with liveliness.’”