Camp NaNoWriMo | The Island re-cover

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If you follow me on any social media sight, you know that I finished writing The Space Between Us during NaNoWriMo.

Until recently, I’d never heard of Camp NaNoWriMo until it was mentioned in a group I’m in on Facebook led by the one and only Alessandra Torre. Since I have a WIP that I’m trying to write, I figured I would sign up and I volunteered to be a “cabin leader”.

I am now the proud cabin leader of 8 other authors (Go Cabin Seahorses!) Every word we write counts towards our entire cabin – so camp is a team effort. My goal for Camp is to write 50 thousand words, which will put me at close to 80k for my current novel!

I’ve been a busy little bee. Writing. Working. Raising my boys. Beta reading. And I’ve had the pleasure of creating custom FaceBook branding for quite a few authors and working with two authors on creating their book covers. (I will post as soon as they give me the okay and have done their own cover reveals.)

Well, I couldn’t just NOT give The Island a pretty new cover. I’ll tell you – I’ve really struggled with that cover. Nothing ever felt quite right…until this beauty happened yesterday. As soon as I started to build the cover, everything just felt right. The tone, the colors – I’m in LOVE.

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The Space Between Us Coming Feb 2018

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Emma fucking Winchester

She’s little sister of my ex-best friend, Forrest. She’s off limits like tempting forbidden fruit, and I’m the snake slithering through the grass.

She ignites a fire in me. One I can’t explain. One I sure as fuck can’t control. It’s raw and primal.

She’s sweet, and I am not.

She’s pure, and I’m broken.

When I came back to the town and past I’d left behind ten years ago to make it big in the world of underground fighting – it was for one reason, and one reason only. To take care of my Grandma Rose, and I’ll do it by any means necessary. Even if it means doing the one thing I never said I’d do.

I didn’t expect to see Emma again.

I didn’t expect to want her the way I do.

I didn’t expect to peel back all her perfectly controlled layers or for her to see through mine.  

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Love isn’t always simple. And it’s definitely not as predictable as aspiring dancer Emma Winchester’s life. Or the way her life used to be until Dean King forced his way into her world and heart – now there’s no turning back.

Emma returned to her hometown of Evansdale after leaving for college when tragedy struck. She and her brother Forrest are now the sole owners of Winchester Estate Orchards – but the apple business has never been Emma’s passion. Dancing is. Until she bumps into Dean King, her older brother’s ex-best friend and the object of her teenage crush. She knows she’ll hurt her brother if she keeps seeing Dean, but she can’t stay away.

Tall, handsome and tattooed boxer Dean King is nothing out of a fairy tale. He’s brooding and moody, and he doesn’t believe in love. But when he runs into Emma, something ignites inside of him. A fire. A desire that’s all but consuming in way he doesn’t understand.

Dean’s life has never been simple. And it’s never been predictable. Coming from a poor family and having an alcoholic and neglectful mother left him with scars he’d just as soon forget. He left Evansdale to get away from the memories and reputation that have haunted him – until his grandmother Rose, the only person who’s ever told him they loved him is dying. Dean will do whatever it takes to take care of his Mama Rose. Even if it means selling his soul.

Fate brings them together. Burning passion binds them. When the fires get too hot, can love save them?

The Space Between Us is a standalone novel in the Men of Evansdale County Series. No cheating. No cliffhanger and a guaranteed happy ever after!

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NaNoWriMo Word Count update, cover, blurb and excerpt!

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Synopsis

 Emma fucking Winchester

She’s the little sister of my ex-best friend, Forrest. She’s off limits like tempting forbidden fruit, and I’m the snake slithering through the grass.

She ignites a fire in me. One I can’t explain. One I sure as fuck can’t control. It’s raw and primal.

She’s sweet, and I am not.

She’s pure, and I’m broken.

When I came back to the town and past I’d left behind ten years ago to make it big in the world of underground fighting – it was for one reason, and one reason only. To take care of my Grandma Rose, and I’ll do it by any means necessary. Even if it means doing the one thing I said I’d never do.

I didn’t expect to see Emma again.

I didn’t expect to want her the way I do.

I didn’t expect to peel back all her perfectly controlled layers or for her to see through mine.

Excerpt

Yeah, I should have stayed as far away from this town as I could have. I could have sent money to help my grandma. But when the one person who’s ever told you they loved you and meant it is dying—you do whatever the fuck it is you need to do to make sure they’re comfortable. I could have stayed away from Evansdale, but I didn’t.

Now one look at Emma Winchester and I’m spiraling. Hard. My intentions with Emma aren’t entirely impure. She’s sweet. Innocent even. Don’t get me wrong— I want to steal her away and lock her up where she can be mine, and mine alone. Just seeing her today ignited something in me. Something protective. Real cave man type shit. It’s confusing in a way that has my head spinning and my body prickling with a desire I can only describe as primal. It doesn’t make any sense.

The same way it doesn’t make sense that I’m watching the clock. The empty, hollow ticking vibrates in my bones as the needle goes around and around until it’s closing time and Emma still hasn’t shown.

I will be using NaNo to finish off the final 50k words of my novel, which I am aiming for 80-90k words. I’ve been trying to get to 30-35k before November 1 and I am on track at 19,819 as of last night!

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Word Count Goals

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If I don’t hold myself accountable, I will slack off.

My end game goal is minimum 80,000 words, but really shooting for 100,000+. I’m currently sitting at 1570, with a goal of writing 1,000 to 2,000 a day. *I’m sweating already*

Writers, what’s your daily word goal and how do you hold yourselves accountable for it?