Title: SHATTERED
Category: New Adult
Genre: Fantasy
Word count: 100,000
Pitch:
Eighteen-year-old Dawn’s no thief, yet she’ll have to be if
she wants to save her sisters from becoming demon chow. She’s tasked with
stealing a powerful charm capable of releasing an imprisoned succubus—but first
she’ll have to slip past its steamy guardian, Kalan. Dawn discovers Kalan has
his own agenda, though, and seducing her is the first step in his plan.
Q1: In
your MC's voice, what costumed character do you most relate to and why?
Honestly, I’ve never really been into Halloween—humans are
like, “Ooh, look, I’m a vampire,” and I’m like, “Guys, vampires are the scum of
the immortal community.” But if I did dress up, I’d go as someone fictional,
like Lara Croft ‘cause she’s a total badass.
Q2: As
an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (unique/marketable)?
Like in Game
of Thrones, everyone in SHATTERED is motivated by their desires, whether it
be saving their sisters from death or killing the man who betrayed their trust.
My characters will stop at nothing to get what they want, no matter the
consequence.
First 250:
Don’t
look, Dawn. You know what happens when you look.
I
looked up. It was inevitable. When you tell yourself not to do something, you
usually do the exact opposite.
Crap.
The
park vendors swarmed me like a pack of rabid dogs. Their voices tore into me,
snarling off sales pitches.
“A
beautiful necklace for a beautiful—”
“No.”
“Would
you like a subscription to The Vigrith—?”
“No."
“Mini
glow-in-the-dark helicopters for sale! Buy ‘em by the dozen."
“What?
No. Why the hell would I want twelve glowing helicopters?”
I
didn’t wait for a reply. I walked as fast as I could without drawing attention.
Luckily, the tiny carts were only set up at one entrance to the park. Turning
into a large clearing, I glanced around for Cassie before settling at an empty
picnic table.
Unfortunately,
I didn’t find one in the shade. The heat was bearable, but the sun had me
worried. Ultraviolet rays plus pale girl equaled a sunburn no amount of aloe
vera could soothe. Hey, at least I had a gorgeous view...
Who
was I kidding?
One
half of the park had a dried-up garden with a statue of the plump Lady
Fredericton; the other side had a few trees, twice as many picnic tables and a
pathetically empty sand pit—
Power
washed over me, rushing into my lungs like water. I gasped, my vision blurring.
Stupid. I’d been stupid. Letting my mental barriers down was the epitome of
stupid. The intruder left almost as soon as they came, but I still sensed them.
Have some Swedish fish!
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