Weekly Word Count: 4/29/20
Word Count: 3574
What story I’m currently working on:
Welp, I spectacularly slacked on Eros Tales #3, only hitting 22k. I was having a tough time making the words go, to be honest. I even put an extra thousand words into Paranormal Western, hitting 10k on that project. Over the next few days, I’ll probably be getting back into writing full force, which will be a good thing. Mostly, the writing took a break due to editing assignments and other projects I was trying to finish, so I’ll just dive back into it tomorrow.
What I’m editing/marketing:
What I DID do most of the week was spend it editing Quarantine Romance, now called Confined Desires. To the point that I finished editing it and sent it to the first couple of places for submission. Yeah, that’s a thing. I might just be a little bit impatient. But I also outlined the prospect of a series for this, so I want to dive into continuing a series that can actively come out, whether it’s Outlaws, Dungeons and Dating, or the Rehoboth Pact. What’s tricky with motivation for Eros Tales is that those books can’t come out until 2024, so it’s a little harder to get in gear. If you’re looking for new releases, Rising for Autumn is OUT! Next on the agenda is Of Coppers and Cracksmen is available for preorder now, set to come out May 19th, and after that, in June comes Tempting Ballad with Evernight Publishing!
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Line of the week;
Nell lifted a brow. “Fair trade, stud. If I’m sleeping buck naked, so are you.”
Mitch shook his head. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to kill me,” he muttered under his breath as he popped his boxers off too, revealing that delicious damn cock of his. The man had the sort of length that made her core ache. She remembered vividly the feel of it pushing inside her, the sheer number of times he’d made her come in a single night. Her lashes fluttered as she fought to keep her eyes open.
