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Weekly Word Count: 8/26/20

Word Count: 4464

What story I’m currently working on:

I started into the final Discord’s Desire book, y’all. I’m itching to write queer contemporary, but this is the last of my PNR series that needs wrapping up, so I’m going to try to put some mega focus on finishing that one up. As much as I want to start Outlaws 2, Dungeons and Dating 2, or Charmed in Charleston 4, all of those series fit the new direction I’m heading in, and this one is the last of my PNR series to wrap up. I hit 4k in Alluring Refrain, which is a solid head start. I’m going to be doing sprints to try and push through this book, because it’s going to take a lot of solid effort since I haven’t been in the PNR mindset for awhile.

What I’m editing/marketing:

I DID finish editing Restrained Desires, which was a massive accomplishment. That means the entire Rehoboth Pact trilogy is ready to roll once I find a publisher and get things situated. It’s super exciting. I also dove into Saving Throw and reworked some of that, so now I’m sending out submissions in the hope that Dungeons and Dating #1 has a home by the end of the year. With the beta reader responses rolling in for Tempting Fire, I’ll probably be able to work on editing that one soon, and Waking for Winter, my final release of the year, comes out next week!

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Teaser of the week:

“Maybe being surrounded by rockstars has me looking for a regular guy.” Liz locked gazes with Kieran, challenge flashing in her eyes. The poor bartender was getting dragged into batt

Currently reading:

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Currently listening to:

Line of the week:

When it came to revolutions, Jett was staunchly in Camp Fuck That Shit.

Unfortunately, his bandmates had refused to take that memo.

Their drummer was even screwing the leader of this whole mutiny.

Which somehow meant they were driving to the one city he’d managed to avoid for quite some time, a place both he and Trevor stored up some bad memories. Big, maybe, but there was nothing Easy about returning to New fucking Orleans.

Author:

I split my time writing and working my day job as a massage therapist. If it’s a creative pursuit though, chances are I’ve dabbled in it. Hell, I’ve played around with soapmaking, beer brewing, cupcake baking, tea blending and everything else under the midday sun. At the end of the day, my constant is always reading, writing and editing. I’m an Aries-Taurus cusp–which to any astrology buffs should tell you plenty. I hit the East Coast convention circuit pretty hard and chances are, you can find me vending for Solstice Brews while simultaneously promoting my books.

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