Sneak Peek: Good Intentions IV! (Patreon)

Progress update: I'm currently delving into "Act Three of Three" and rolling into the climax on the rough draft. The manuscript is currently at 126,000 words; by comparison, the first couple in the series are around 180k in length. This one will likely come in shorter, but I have a ways to go yet before it's finished.

The whole crew is back in this one in one capacity or another, making this a lot to juggle as usual. I'm eager to get this one finished and sent to the hands of my readers.

On that note: remember how I promised Zafirah would be back to collect on Alex's debt? Guess who isn't entirely thrilled about that?

“This is always how the wheels fall off the wagon,” said Lorelei. She stood on the street with her hands in the pockets of her chic black overcoat, looking to the condominium towers above. “We separate for only a short time, Alex encounters some supernatural buffoon, and we spend the next week immersed in a crisis.”

“Is this your way of breaking the pattern?” Zafirah stood beside her on the sidewalk, though her eyes were not cast skyward. “Hovering as closely as possible?”

“You would rather we wait out this dangerous errand of yours in the coffee shop?”

“It was my plan. They serve lovely tea.”

“You know that phrase has a different meaning these days, right?” asked Rachel.

“Hm?”

“It’s slang for sharing all your juicy secrets. Droppin’ truth bombs.”

“Indeed,” said Zafirah.

“The phrase may carry more nuance than that,” murmured Lorelei. “But she is not wrong.”

“Fuckin’ A, I’m not,” Rachel agreed.

“I will be glad to explain myself once Alex has finished his errand.”

“Then our asses are out here in the cold until you’re ready to fuckin’ spill it,” said Rachel. Lorelei did not look back, but the corner of her mouth spread in a grin. “Just a couple pissed off supernatural bitches in the drizzle. Pissed off and getting pissed on.”

“I have always been so fond of your way of expressing yourself, Rachel,” said Zafirah. “You are uniquely charming.”

“Gonna uniquely charm my foot up your ass if all this goes to shit,” the angel muttered.

“You have never brought me to harm and I have never betrayed you.” Zafirah smiled at her fondly. “I would not do so now. You know how I value our friendship.”

“How long have you been friends?” asked Lorelei.

“Rachel has not told you?”

“She said you met long ago, when she served in the library of Heaven and you came to steal. We didn’t delve into details.”

“No?” Zafirah turned her amusement back to Rachel. “Not at all?”

“Turns out I don’t spend all my time talking about you, Z,” Rachel grumbled. “I’ve got work to do and my hotties to bang in my off-time.”