Week Something #Writing Progress

So I’m finally writing a post that actually as an update. Shocking, I know. Sorry I’ve been a little distracted with…things. Lots of things going on in my life at the moment with the kid, the husband and the writing life.

SO!

Progress bar:

Look at me go! I made some huge progress since the last time I posted. Oh, and did I mention I wrote a 55k book in between that? Cuz I got bored with the Wizard King and I wanted to try my hand at a Harlequin? So yeah. That happened.

And also CHECK OUT that groovy cover art I made! Why? Because this book is posted on Wattpad. If you’d like to read the first few chapters, then click here.

Anyway.

So here’s my progress. I figured out my hero’s GMC which, you know, is a good thing. And I have also been connecting the dots from Part 1 to Part 2, which is also a good thing. My only problem now is an ending. I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to get there though I know some things I want to have happen before I do finally get there. We writerly folk are crazy. So without further ado, here is a little sneak preview of where I currently am in the story. Enjoy.

“You’re the one,” he’d said.

“The one what?”

“You have Fae and Wizard blood, my child. That is something special.” He gazed at her with something akin to awe and admiration. It did nothing but make her uncomfortable.

“What does that even mean?” Aoife asked.

“You don’t know who you are, do you?”

She shook her head.

“Oh, gods.” He sat at his desk with a heavy sigh. “Fiona has told you nothing.”

“No. Nothing. Other than she wants to wipe me out of existence. That’s why she’s come to the past. She wants to stop the wedding.”

Deaglan blinked, determination coming into his eyes. “She cannot. She cannot change the past no matter how much she wishes. The past—her past—is already set. It was foretold that a wizard of both Fae and Wizard blood would rule the realm.”

Hot pinpricks went over Aoife and the words she had memorized resurfaced. “’A wizard of both Fae and Wizard blood will come into power and rule from a silver throne.’ Isn’t that what you meant?”

 He stared at her in mute silence, his eyes wide and round. “How did you know that?”

“I read it somewhere. A page from a book.” She didn’t tell him the letters on that page had rearranged into a language she could understand. Because she, herself, did not understand how that had happened.

By Michelle

I love dragons, castles, fairies and elves. I drink coffee, wine and martinis. Fantasy, paranormal and contemporary romance author. Proud Texan.