🥹🥳 You Guys Put MAM on the Charts!

In this week's issue of The Goblin Grace Gazette:

  • Thank You For Showing Up!
  • New Tagline Who Dis?
  • Work in Progress Updates
  • Lost King of the Pattern Snippet
  • Bookish Memes of the Month
  • Urban Dragon Shifter Book Rec

Hello, dear friend!

First, a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who downloaded Mending and Madness over Valentine’s Day weekend!

There were 328 downloads when all was said and done. I’m still trying to figure out where all these people even came from, because my entire email list is only a fraction of that number. This wasn't a big, publicized Stuff Your Kindle event — it was just a girl, a book about soup, and her amazing readers who told their friends and showed up in droves.

I’m gobsmacked.

Furthermore, on Saturday you guys put Mending and Madness near the top of the charts in multiple categories!

Someday I might get used to you showing up consistently and believing in my books even more than I do — but I know I’ll never get tired of it.

So to everyone who helped get this book into so many readers’ hands: thank you for being in my corner and for believing in MAM.


New Tagline Who Dis?

Two weeks ago I was grinning at my phone like a gremlin mastermind. My evil plan was going swimmingly.

The plan, you ask? To introduce some online friends to a local friend in a deeply unhinged group chat called the "Woodland Rave." They're all amazing women and I simply needed them to meet (even if virtually) for their edification and my own personal entertainment.

The selection of woodland mascots and "nice to meet you" chitchat quickly morphed into a "how did you meet your husband" discussion, to which we all enjoyed some adorable stories involving church groups, horses, and worship teams. So cute. I honestly ship my friends and their husbands so hard.

Then it was my turn.

"Our story is NOT cute," I typed candidly. "It's more… scrappy."

Then I told the tale of two single parents falling in love without really knowing how to love because we didn't know Jesus yet. Our dead hearts and bad track records created a real mess of our marriage. Then there was a glimmer of hope as the effectual calling of the Holy Spirit brought us to life, followed by some serious growing pains as God mended the things we shattered.

"Now we're VERY happily married," I concluded. "But again... not cute. Scrappy."

24 hours later, it hit me: scrappy marriages. That’s my books! It's a much more accurate description than just "already-married."

Are my MCs already married when the book begins? For sure. But more than that, they're broken. Their stories are sweet not because they start hitched and just stay madly in love, but because they dig themselves into messes and require God to pull them back out again.

“Already-Married Romance for Weary Hearts” was fine for a time, but I found something that fits better.

So I’m officially retiring it and introducing my new tagline:
Scrappy Marriages for Weary Hearts

To me, it feels gritty and candid and hopeful — a better representation of marriages that require hard work. More like the real love story I lived and more like the darkly whimsical tales I now write in fantasy romance novels.

So what do you think? Is it a better fit than the old one?

WIP UPDATES:

  • A Hoard of Tales is +8115 words and is at 41%.

My kids have been pretty sick for the past two weeks, and it felt like I wrote nothing at all while I cared for my miserable little people. So I was kind of surprised to see that something did, in fact, get done on this manuscript since our last update — God is still giving me space for writing dragon shifter stories in the cracks between my more-important work, and I'm very grateful.

“Oh, little Fran,” the Weft replied with a long drag on his pipe. He turned his gaze again to the stars that peeked out shyly above the treeline. “Have I ever told you of how I came to be a Weft?”

Fran furrowed her brow and leaned back on her hands. Her little tree stump stool was hard, but not uncomfortable.

“You haven’t,” she said. “Didn’t you always want to do this?”

The Weft smiled and shook his head, eyes growing hazy and distant as he reached back into the fringes of his memories from long, long ago.

“No,” he said simply. “In fact, I never would have chosen this life for myself. I would have picked something much more exciting, and it would have been all wrong in every way. But the Weaver gave me this calling, and all while I was running away from him, mind you!” The Weft sighed with contentment. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. He pursues us, you know.”

“Pursues us?” asked Fran. “Isn’t he everywhere?”

“Oh yes,” said the Weft with a soft smile. “But he still chases us down. Like a smitten suitor, but more loving than any mortal man and never so selfish by half. Or a quarter. Or an eighth. Or a sixteenth. Or a thirty-second…”

“Weft,” said Fran, snapping him out of his rambling. “The calling?”

“Ah yes.” The ancient bald goblin shifted his pipe in his mouth to better allow for lengthy story telling. “This is the tale of how I set out to become a pirate and instead became a prophet.”

 

LOST KING OF THE PATTERN

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How far would you go to get something you really wanted? Like, this-is-the-key-to-achieving-your-ultimate-happiness wanted?

Hi, I’m Cammie. I work at a bookshop, I love a quiet night in, and I’m a dragonshifter with no magic to speak of. Which means unless I can grow my hoard—and by extension, my magic—I’m not much different than a human.

But then the perfect book—the exact book I need to kickstart my book hoard—practically drops into my lap, only to be snatched away when a filthy rich, ridiculously hot guy sweeps in and claims it before I can.

Rude.

Now I’m desperate to get it back, and I’m willing to resort to extreme measures if necessary—measures like bribery, mild stalking, or… taking a job offer?

When the gorgeous book thief offers me the book of my dreams and a huge salary just to find him more books, how can I say no?

Except there’s a catch: the offer comes with a non-negotiable temporary relocation. If I want my book, I have to live in the hot, mysterious billionaire’s castle while I work for him. And living with him means inevitably getting mixed up in his business—some of which might be far more dangerous than I’ve bargained for.

I’m not that desperate… am I?

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