October 2012 Archive

Pitch V- Burn

YA Suspense


Maggie Parrish inherited her brown eyes, her sense of humor, and her cause of death from her grandma who died in a fire decades before Maggie was born. The fire was the biggest news in the dinky Tennessee town since Lee’s surrender and everyone tells a different version of what really happened. When Maggie moves in with her aunt on the old family farm, the countdown begins to her time to burn.

A crush turns into an obsession that threatens Maggie’s relationship with her new boyfriend. The more she tries to push him away, the harder he fights back. His jealousy is suffocating her and where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

Every move she makes is leading up to one explosive night on the farm–a night that played out forty years ago.  If Maggie doesn’t see how deep the connection to her grandma runs, she’ll end up just like her.

Maggie Parrish is going to burn.

First 150 Words:

Aunt Carol sat across from me at the breakfast table, stroking the handle of her coffee cup while she tried to focus on the crossword puzzle in the paper.

I couldn’t stop fidgeting.

“What if I just stay in my room until they’re gone?” I suggested.

She never looked away from the puzzle. “They already know you’re here. Besides, you’ll be stuck up there all day if you decide to hide from the boys.”

“It can’t seriously take all day to put in a shower, can it?”

She smiled. It wasn’t a good smile. It was the kind of smile that  meant someone had Sharpied a mustache on your face when you fell asleep at a friend’s house. It was the kind of smile that meant I was being set up.

“Oh my God. Can’t I just borrow the car and go into town?”

“I’ve already told them all about you.”

Pitch U- Fractured Myths

83,000 WORDS

When sixteen-year-old fantasy enthusiast Alanna O’Connor sees Vikings, medieval knights, and mythological creatures appear in her hometown of Edinburgh, Scotland, she thinks it’s a miracle . . . until they try to kill her. At that moment, she no longer cares about her cancelled birthday plans, her latest tattoo, or even the charming teenage boy she met earlier. All her drama is cast aside as she fights for her life and sanity.

Alanna realizes that when she climbed the legendary mountaintop called Arthur’s Seat, she unwittingly helped open the doorway to Otherworld and unleashed the rampaging monsters. Terrified and plagued by guilt over the ensuing slaughter, she teams up with the one person she knows she can trust: the newly arrived (and completely baffled) King Arthur.

As they battle centaurs, goblins, and a red dragon, Alanna confronts the truth about what happened to King Arthur and the other characters while they were in Otherworld. Arthur has splintered memories from his legendary life that do not fit together into a single lifetime. He is a fictional version of himself and is as lost as anyone—a fractured myth who needs Alanna’s guidance as much as she needs his expertise. Alanna must put the pieces together and close the passageway between worlds before it is made permanent and Alanna’s city—if not all reality—is fractured beyond repair.

Alanna O’Connor spun around, her long auburn hair taking sudden flight, and planted her thin palm against the castle’s sandstone wall, blocking Zoë’s path.
The steady procession up the castle walkway shifted uncertainly before circumnavigating the strange pair. Given the wide breadth underneath the massive stone arch, the tourists’ glaring condemnation seemed excessive, Alanna thought, especially the young boy’s—a snarled brow that screamed, Out of the way! You shouldn’t even be here!
But Alanna had good reason for her abrupt stop, and if she belonged anywhere, she felt certain it was at Edinburgh Castle.
“Wait a bloody second,” she said, ignoring the disgruntled pedestrians. She leaned in on Zoë, taking advantage of her position slightly uphill. “You mean you got zapped by lightning doing this? As in, you were setting up this same contraption we’re working with right now, thenBoom! God went Old Testament on you?”
Zoë tried skirting around, but Alanna anticipated every bob and weave and easily thwarted her older companion’s attempts.

Pitch T- A.K.A. Killer

Contemporary YA Thriller
92,000 words

In sunny southern California, seventeen-year-old Ruby Rose is known for her killer looks, her killer SAT scores, and even her killer taste in shoes—but only her victims will know how killer she really is. Not that child rapists and murderers who beat the system every time deserve to be called “victims.”

Daughter to Orange County District Attorney Jane Rose and fallen SWAT Sergeant Jack Rose, Ruby not only knows the law, she believes in it. That is, until someone starts manipulating her into breaking it. Thinking a cryptic text message is from her high school crush, Liam Slater, asking her to Homecoming, Ruby heads down to the harbor. Instead of the lame trail of roses she’s expecting, she hears a child’s desperate call for help.  Someone has lured her here, and is forcing her to choose between letting an innocent girl die or committing “legally justified” murder to prevent it.

Torn between satisfaction that one less monster is roaming the streets and guilt for the blood on her hands, Ruby tries to find the real murderer behind it all. But in her search, the body count keeps rising, turning her into something she never dreamed possible: A teenaged serial killer. Ruby must find out who is using her and stop him before she finds herself walking death row, wearing one of those horribly baggy orange jumpsuits even Hollywood royalty can’t pull off. The closer she gets to the truth, the closer she gets to a long-held family secret that threatens to destroy everything and everyone she’s ever held dear.

First 150 words:

Life shouldn’t involve so much calculation—and I’m not just talking algebra. I’m talking about the calculated, premeditated
avoidance of life. I didn’t need a 4.0 GPA to know that sneaking out of the city library at 9:00 on a Friday night didn’t win me any points on the SPA (Social Point Average), on which I was definitely flunking.

Pausing under the dark awning, I took a quick breath of briny ocean air to regain my bearings. The old parking lot fluorescents
flickered behind the suffocating fog, making it hard to tell if the rain was misting down from above or if it was coming in sideways from the shore. In any case, the blacktop lay slick, full of potholes, and speckled with math club kids who’d just love to report a sighting of Recluse Ruby Rose.

With a practiced stealth, I dashed through the night. Even in my new Prada Peep-Toe Pumps—a.k.a. my Penelopes—I had speed.

Pitch S- One Step Closer to Nowhere

One Step Closer to Nowhere
YA-Family Drama/Mystery

Petra Wilson is tired. She is tired of listening to everyone else’s problems. She has enough of her own. Her mom is dying, her younger sister is too smart for her own good, and no one knows where her younger brother is right now. Petra’s dad is long gone. Just as well. Petra is working two jobs, cleaning up everyone’s mess, but her own. She longs to leave, to travel, to go to school. There’s a boy, but that may lead to more problems. Everything seems to be pointing in one direction. Is death the easy way out?

Can Petra rely on anyone in her family to help her with the important decisions in her life? As Petra’s options dwindle, she discovers what she and her siblings are really made of and the depth of their love.

First 150 Words:
It’s not that I hate her, not really. It would just be easier if she would die. Her anger consumes her and it’s trying to devour me. It would just be easier if she would die, easier for me, easier for her, easier for everyone. Sometimes, this is the only thought that keeps me going. Someday she will die and I will be free.

It always makes me retch, these big emotional confrontations. I wonder what the neighbors must think as they see me hunched over at the curb, puking down the gutter. To hell with them. They never tried to help us anyway.

I can hear the slam of the screen door; almost hear the flutter as  flakes of paint fly off the sides of the door frame. I’m not getting up. I’m too tired to deal with Ricky’s shit on top of everything else. I don’t think I’m the one we have to worry about taking after her. That’s the nice thing about mental illness, doesn’t care if you’re a man or a woman. Everyone is always watching me, to see if I will become her, but that isn’t the real issue.

Pitch R- Only Human

YA Thriller
59,000 words

Elaina Andrews never thought she would see her former best friend, Cole Hudson, again – not after he ditched her to join the “in” crowd in high school. However, one year after graduation, the two find themselves thrust together while on a camping trip with mutual friends…one of whom winds up brutally murdered. Isolated and alone in the wilderness, Elaina and Cole must work together to avoid becoming victims themselves. While dealing with the aftermath, Elaina realizes that there is much more to Cole than meets the eye. As they rekindle and mend an old friendship, a serial killer is still lurking in the background, waiting for that oh-so-perfect moment to strike.

FIRST 150:
My suitcases were empty. All of the belongings I would possibly need for the summer were tucked away neatly in the appropriate drawers that had been put to good use over the years, but had been neglected for quite some time now. As I sat on the bed in a room that hadn’t been inhabited in a year, though, I couldn’t quite grasp the fact that I was truly home. Not much had changed in my absence: the faded pink comforter on my bed was the same, pictures of old high school friends were still taped to my floor length mirror, and the white carpet was still plush and fluffy between my toes. And while I knew my parents would always welcome me into this house with eager and open arms, it no longer held that sense of this is where I belong. That saddened me.