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What story I’m currently working on:

I haven’t written all week, but I’m okay with that. I now have two books to edit, so I need to reroute my focus before I start into anything else. Plus, I’m super busy with editing clients as well. I am trying to figure out what books to dive into next, which is tough to navigate. I was halfway through Eros Tales #3, which makes me think I should dive into that next, but I also have the final Discord’s Desire book to write as well as the next book in the Outlaws series.

What I’m editing/marketing:

I started heavily into the editing of Rehoboth Pact #2, since I need to get some of it off my plate. Once I finish with that one, I should be able to jump immediately into Rehoboth Pact #3 since I already started getting beta reader input on that one! I’m antsy to find a home for that series, mostly because I’ll have a full completed series ready to send out once Confined Desires finds a home. Last Friday was super fun as well, with Tempting Ballad coming out!!! It marked my first LGBT romance published.

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Chelsea pursed her lips into a knowing grin as she slipped the sides of her flimsy black skirt up higher and higher along those perfect thighs that Kyle would kill to bury herself between. Goddamn, this woman was a pure fantasy, and now she was single.

Straight. Chelsea Moore was straight, which meant she’d forever be that—a fantasy.

Chelsea whipped her sultry strands around as she flipped her skirt up, revealing black lace panties—fuck, not helping. The song began to kick into a crescendo, those lusty vocals matching the provocative moves that this woman kept upping. If she full-out stripped on stage, Kyle was pretty sure Aubrey would burn this place down. Though Selina was right. Both of the Moore girls were sticks of dynamite, and this divorce had lit Chelsea right up.

Guys in the next booth over were whistling louder than ever, nearly hanging out with their jaws dropped. Kyle couldn’t really blame them—the woman was an inferno that made her want to burn to ash.