So I don't do resolutions. But I do like to look at the year ahead and set some goals.
How about you? What are your goals for 2017?
For me, 2017 is going to be a year of production. I've set a goal of 1k words a day minimum, which, if I can stick to it adds up to a whopping 360k + words a year.
With those words I hope to add more books to the Little Werewolf Series, the Olde Town Pack, a new story in the Chronicles universe, and a special Dragon Shifter story.
The last one is still hush hush for now, but as soon as I'm given the go ahead to divulge information you know I will give you every last juicy detail. And let me tell you.. It is going to be AWESOME. I can't wait to let you all in on it. The one bit of news I can divulge is that all of us involved in this Dragon Shifter project intend to reveal the awesomeness in print at Phoenix ComiCon.
I know that seems so very far away. Memorial day weekend and all, but I do have some news for this month. I know I have talked over and over about my next release, Mated.
Well, with the release day coming this month, how about I give you a taste of what you'll be seeing in the pages of this awesome new story?
Sample Chapter: Mated (Olde Town Pack book 2)
Had there been a bed, Brady would have gladly lain with her all night, but the desk provided no comfort. He slipped away from Rachel’s body, seating himself on a nearby chair. “How’s your stress level now?” he joked. “Dialed back to about a five.” She winked at him as she adjusted, perching herself on the corner of the desk. If she only knew how sexy she looked at that moment. If only he had had a camera to capture her raw beauty. She was the picture of confidence and feminine beauty. If only there were more time. He’d only intended their time out from the commotion in the lobby to be a few moments. Well beyond that now duty called. Brady blew out a long breath “Hard to reach zero these days. Especially now that your old pack is on the warpath.” Her smile dissolved. “You really know how to ruin a perfect moment, don’t you?” “I wasn’t trying to be a dick. It’s my job to protect the pack, and like it or not, a fight is coming.” “Is this the face that launched a thousand ships?” Rachel rolled her eyes. “And now we’re quoting Shakespeare. It’s time for me to go kill something.” “Marlow, not Shakespeare, you ass.” She hopped down and retrieved her clothes. “And I thought it was poignant. You’ve essentially accused me of being Helen of Troy.” “So does that make me Paris? Or am I some other suitor?” Brady teased. “Are you implying something?” Rachel’s tone soured. “No, I was just settling into the role.” He smirked at her. “Paris, if I recall was not very brave. And since you now have launched a thousand ships― or wolves― we’ll have to prepare for battle.” “So you do have some brains in that thick head of yours,” Rachel teased. “It is pretty thick, or so I have been told.” Brady waved a hand south and gave her a little wink. “Can’t argue there.” Rachel licked her lips, and that little gesture had him at attention and ready for another round. “But we don’t have time for that just yet.” “Later,” Brady mumbled. Innuendo aside, the very real fact that they were preparing for a potential attack needed to remain at the forefront of his mind. “And you’re right, Paris was not the bravest of warriors, though he did live longer than Achilles and Hector.” “Not by much. And you wouldn’t catch me being such a coward. I fight tooth and claw. He had a long range weapon.” “A man who knows his mythology. Kind of sexy.” Rachel leaned close and pecked him on the lip, finishing with a quick nibble. “Kind of?” Brady stood and began to redress himself. “Just a little.” “There’s nothing little about me.” Brady slipped his legs into his pants, making a show of pulling them up and fastening the button. “I guess I can’t argue there. Especially now that I know there’s a huge brain in that head of yours too.” “Perk of being a second son. Lots of schooling in more than just combat. I have to be prepared to take over should the Alpha be incapable.” Brady pulled his shirt up over his head and gave a quick glance to his watch to check the time. “Speaking of which, Aiden will be looking for me. We’re due to appear at the final celebration.” “And what am I to do?” “Stay with me. I’ll be your escort. And if I have to leave, you’ll remain with Fallon.” “This whole babysitting thing is getting annoying,” Rachel sighed. “I can defend myself.” Brady knew better than to bring up the way he’d found her in the woods, choosing instead to continue as if she had not said that last part. “I could leave you with Mark and Louis. Assuming they are still alive.” “Those two assholes.” Rachel mumbled angrily, as she finished the last button on her blouse. “You know they’re spies, right?” “The thought had crossed my mind.” Brady nodded. “Their story is far too convenient. I don’t trust them. But I do know something of Charles. He’s not exactly an Alpha who plays by the rules. For that fact alone, I have to give those guys a little leeway. They might have their uses. Even if they are spying.” “So you’re not going to kill them?” “No,” Brady responded quickly. “Not yet at least.” “If you ask me, that’s a bad idea.” “I didn’t.” He opened the door and held it for her. “Rude!” “I’ve been called worse for much less. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t like to kill arbitrarily.” “They were warned not to come back. They came back. They broke your law.” “I’m not the Alpha here,” he reminded her. “It’s not my law to make, only the Alpha’s law to uphold. If Aiden orders it, I’ll do what is commanded.” “But you killed Craig.” “On confirmation that he had ordered your death. I was operating within the general scope of our Alpha’s law,” Brady said. “Sounds like cherry-picking to me,” Rachel replied. “Call it what you will,” Brady sighed. “Where are we headed?” “Outside to the bonfire. Everyone should have gathered by now. It will be time for the gift exchange soon.” “Oh, but I don’t have anything to give.” “I already got mine.” Brady nuzzled her neck, stealing one last taste of her delicious skin before nudging her on.
Have I got your attention yet? Want to read more??
Moonlight (Olde Town Pack Book 1)
Good girls don’t wear fur or fight over men, and they certainly don’t run around naked, howling at the moon.