tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post568631047484134172..comments2023-12-02T05:59:27.143-05:00Comments on YAtopia: Entangled Pitch Contest!SM Johnstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03546994863993080465noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-60907256256148637722012-01-25T23:59:55.825-05:002012-01-25T23:59:55.825-05:00Title: JUST A CON
Author: Jenn Nguyen
Genre/Sub-ge...Title: JUST A CON<br />Author: Jenn Nguyen<br />Genre/Sub-genre: YA Contemporary Romance<br />Audience/Age: YA<br />Word Count: 55k<br /><br />Sixteen-year-old con-doodler Megan Benson snags her and her mom a place living at the Keller mansion just when they got kicked out of their own home. Too bad she finds out too late that this is one family she shouldn't con.<br /><br />As Megan Benson ducked behind the stairwell, she snagged a few more fries from the lunch bag she just stole. She popped them in her mouth and immediately gagged. Shit, they were hot.<br /><br />Her cheeks puffed out like a blowfish so she wouldn’t burn her tongue. At least they tasted delicious. Still chewing, Megan reached into her bag to pull out her oversized jacket and jabbed her arms into the sleeves.<br /> <br />She pulled the hood over her head and tucked her dark strands behind her ears. Megan hugged the warm bag of food to her unusually perky chest—the result of a miracle bra she spent way too much money on.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16796597536718545426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-68805173841705832662012-01-25T23:59:39.505-05:002012-01-25T23:59:39.505-05:00Title: That Succs
Author: Larissa Hardesty
Genre/S...Title: That Succs<br />Author: Larissa Hardesty<br />Genre/Sub-genre: YA Paranormal Romance<br />Audience/Age: Young Adult (15 and up)<br />Word Count: 50,000<br /><br />[Two-line pitch]<br />When fifteen-year-old romantic Emmy Duivel puts her first date in the hospital—with a kiss—her mother tells her the devastating truth: she’s not human. In order to accept what she is, she must give up her dreams of true love, and her feelings for classmate Paul, who has secrets of his own.<br /><br />[First 100 words]<br />I stared in the mirror, wondering how Lily could possibly consider the piece of cloth she’d given me a dress. It covered less than my t-shirt.<br /><br />“Do you have it on yet?” she called through the door. “Come on out. I wanna see it.”<br /><br />My cheeks reddened just thinking about walking out of the dressing room with the dress on. “O-okay. Uh, just a minute.” I gave the hem one more tug, but it was as far down as it was going to get, which was less than five inches from my underwear and way too short for public viewing.Larissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08874147599272424056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-75544959150126405852012-01-25T23:45:13.443-05:002012-01-25T23:45:13.443-05:00Title: The Partizans
Author Sarah J. Schmitt
Genre...Title: The Partizans<br />Author Sarah J. Schmitt<br />Genre/Sub-genre: YA Paranormal<br />Audience/Age: 14-18<br />Word Count: 74,000<br /><br />[Two-line pitch]<br />When high school junior Hannah Slaughtery transfers to the prestigious Piaculum Academy she hopes the change will will have a long-term impact on her academic future. She never expects that future to involve fighting against monsters she doesn’t believe in alongside people she’s not sure she even likes. <br /><br />[First 100 words]<br />Hannah Slaughtery’s courage faltered as the imposing iron- gate creaked open. Her parents were probably still at the Administration office of Piaculum Academy listening to the admissions counselor rave about her academic potential. She wished she could go back to Connecticut with them instead of spending the rest of her winter break on campus. If she’d known accepting a scholarship would result in her taking part in a retreat, she might have reconsidered her choice to stop homeschooling. Still, she wanted to go to an Ivy League school and the Academy had been willing to pay for her education.Sarah J Schmitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971476817418616927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-88193531177388429052012-01-25T23:41:25.668-05:002012-01-25T23:41:25.668-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Sarah J Schmitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971476817418616927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-12036924871899264542012-01-25T23:40:07.703-05:002012-01-25T23:40:07.703-05:00Title: ALL SHE NEEDS IS LOVE
Author: Kelley Lynn
G...Title: ALL SHE NEEDS IS LOVE<br />Author: Kelley Lynn<br />Genre/Subgenre: Contemporary<br />Audience/Age: YA<br />Word count: 65,000<br /><br />Pitch: Eighteen year old Emma learned one thing in the foster care system: relationships are fleeting. But the boy she thought she could never love, and the eight year old girl whose only living relative killed himself in a drunk driving accident, might have the power to make her reconsider. <br /><br />“Happy birthday to me,” I mumble as I walk out the front door holding a garbage bag with all my possessions. Every last one fits in this bag. Pathetic, I know. But when you’re a foster kid, you do a lot of borrowing. You never really own anything. So I guess I’m lucky I even have something to put in my garbage bag.<br /> <br />I’ve been preparing for this day for a while though. When you turn eighteen the state gives you the fancy, new trash bag and ushers you out. My foster mom was nice. Let me stay an extra day. Didn’t want to kick me out on my actual birthday.<br /> <br />“Emma!” little Jimmy calls from the porch. I turn and look at the kid. I am gonna miss him, even if he did steal most of my socks.Kelley Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06373650788799372118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-59341328475418393682012-01-25T23:39:22.002-05:002012-01-25T23:39:22.002-05:00Title: Displaced Hearts
Author: Theresa Paolo
Genr...Title: Displaced Hearts<br />Author: Theresa Paolo<br />Genre: YA Contemporary <br />Audience: YA <br />Word Count: 61,000<br /><br />While Liz Wagner deals with the emotional turmoil of a first love returned, a real tragedy strikes at her brother’s college, leaving six dead and seventeen wounded, one of whom is her brother. With her parent’s awaiting a flight out of the Caribbean Liz finds comfort in the arms of her ex, but once the dust settles and the world is right again, will she be brave enough to open her heart to the boy who ripped it out?<br /><br />I’ve never been bitch slapped. Technically. But after the last few months I can imagine how it feels because if life had hands, its fingers would have been imprinted on my cheek. <br /><br />Two weeks into senior year I walked into school like I always did with my best friend Sadie on my right and my boyfriend Joe on my left. Nothing seemed off. The halls were filled with people, their voices no louder than usual. All the cliques were in their typical spots, but as we closed in on my locker I realized there was someone who didn’t belong.Theresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10957479478228268972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-4028883125468187772012-01-25T23:20:46.825-05:002012-01-25T23:20:46.825-05:00Title: The ACADA Chronicles
Author: Sarah J. Schmi...Title: The ACADA Chronicles<br />Author: Sarah J. Schmitt<br />Genre/Sub-genre YA Thriller with a "pre-dystopian" slant<br />Audience/Age: 14-18 with Crossover potential<br />Word Count: 87,000<br /><br />[Two-line pitch]<br />In 2014, the ACADA virus decimates the world’s population, and 17-year-old Natalia Tate is grateful to be alive. But when the Committee, a de facto government that has brought stability and supplies to survivors, sends her to assist with the Genetics and Human Sustainability Program, she finds herself the unwitting accomplice in a conspiracy that has far-reaching political and moral implications. <br /><br />[First 100 words]<br />A familiar male voice echoes up the stairs of our refurbished firehouse. “I can’t tell you why,” he insists. “You’ll just have to trust me.”<br /><br />Chloe, my mom argues back, and though I strain to hear her response, the words are muffled by the thick wooden door. They retreat to the ground floor where Chloe’s art gallery and studio are located. But, something about the voice makes it impossible for me to go back to sleep. <br /><br />Then it hits me and I spring from my bed, excitement coursing through me like a kid on Christmas morning.Sarah J Schmitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971476817418616927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-64120741804910826892012-01-25T23:13:11.488-05:002012-01-25T23:13:11.488-05:00Title: Outcast
Author: Ryan James Burt
Genre: Fant...Title: Outcast<br />Author: Ryan James Burt<br />Genre: Fantasy <br />Audience: YA Teen<br />Word Count: 91,000<br /><br />[Two-line pitch]<br />High school is horrible for most teens but for Milo it is even worse. That is, until Milo finds a little blue rock that gives him unusual abilities helping him become popular, a basketball star, and date the girl of his dreams.<br /><br />[First 100 words]<br />Its pitch black. I can’t see my hand in front of me. That could be because I just fell ten feet and broke my trusty flashlight. Normally I’m good in the dark but I’m starting to panic. My brain keeps telling me to calm down but my brain is not in control right now. I try to shift but I’m stuck. Panic sets in a little bit more and I can feel the walls crashing in on me. I’m about to yell and scream in terror but as I lift my head to yell I see a little blue light.Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10652826028829689127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-84678313040792718022012-01-25T23:07:26.176-05:002012-01-25T23:07:26.176-05:00Title: WISTFUL
Author: Jenn Nguyen
Genre/Sub-genre...Title: WISTFUL<br />Author: Jenn Nguyen<br />Genre/Sub-genre: YA Historical Romance<br />Audience/Age: YA<br />Word Count: 73k<br /><br />After her extravagant Ton wedding, 15 year old Julie Haynesworth runs away from her ancient husband to live with a poor commoner family only to fall in love with the eldest son. Too bad he thinks she’s a boy.<br /><br />With one last look over my shoulder at Fairview manor—the only home I’ve known—I wrenched the thick gold band off my finger and stared down at the large blood red ruby on my palm, momentarily mesmerized by the small diamonds on either side of the gem still twinkling in the darkness. The smooth band was broken only by the single vine engraving that connected the two diamonds together. <br /><br />The ruby itself was very large, nearly four carats, and more than enough to provide money for my escape. And it did belong to me now, after all. The wedding was mere hours ago. I was no longer Julie Hawthorne, fourth daughter of Thomas and Lily Hawthorn. I was now Viscountess Vaughn.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16796597536718545426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-87061741096713769342012-01-25T23:04:16.241-05:002012-01-25T23:04:16.241-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16796597536718545426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-71762143224477066612012-01-25T22:57:31.167-05:002012-01-25T22:57:31.167-05:00Title: FIRST TIME
Author: Alicia Caldwell
Genre/Su...Title: FIRST TIME<br />Author: Alicia Caldwell<br />Genre/Sub-genre: Young Adult/Contemporary<br />Audience/Age: Teens-Adult/17 and older<br />Word Count: 58,000 words<br /><br />Even though graduating a virgin is about as common as a Big Foot sighting, seventeen-year-old Bree thought that was the one goal that would be easy. Now “easy” is all anyone seems to think about her since the night of her drunken promiscuous debut, even though she didn’t consent.<br /><br />This girl sitting across from me is a complete stranger. I’m sitting at her table, in her kitchen, drinking her coffee, but I don’t know her. Or at least, I don’t think I do. Taking another sip from the steaming mug, I choke back the two Tylenol she gave me to stop the persistent pounding in my head that’s sparking memory flashes.<br /> <br />Pound. Moon. <br /><br />Pound. Pain. <br /><br />Pound. Hot breath. <br /><br />I do my best to suppress each recollection and the sense of dread that accompanies them, while at the same time, wondering if I should ask if she knows what happened.Aliciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03984224793995345630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-23643762491212923802012-01-25T22:03:55.566-05:002012-01-25T22:03:55.566-05:00Title: Ghost Encounters
Author: Hepzibah Phreake
G...Title: Ghost Encounters<br />Author: Hepzibah Phreake<br />Genre: Contemporary Romance/Paranormal<br />Audience: Adult<br />Word Count: 15K<br /><br />Pitch: After three years of awkward flirting and longing glances, secretly in-lust coworkers Peter and Garland -- employees at Cardiff's possibly haunted Thomas Wynn Evans museum -- may finally have the chance to act on their long-suppressed feelings when the cast and crew of the American cable reality TV show Ghost Encounters shows up, setting supernatural events in motion.<br /><br /> “So,” says Peter, leaning against the till. “Here we are, then.” <br /> Peter and Garland stand in the shop of the Thomas Wynn Evans Museum, known to Cardiff’s Welsh-speaking population as Yr Amgueddfa Thomas Wynn Evans, a ramshackle building wedged into Cathedral Road, where it stands out like a crooked tooth amid university offices, dental clinics, and shabby chic B&Bs.<br /> They’ve been working there for...God, has it been three years? Almost nothing has changed in that time, except that Peter’s enthusiasm for his degree has flagged measurably and Garland has begun to wonder if shagging Peter is the unfinished business that keeps her from quitting.Hepzibahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15882025731437308871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-37099703509717662752012-01-25T21:22:02.620-05:002012-01-25T21:22:02.620-05:00Title: THE BONES OF BABYLON
Author: J.W. Troemner
...Title: THE BONES OF BABYLON<br />Author: J.W. Troemner<br />Genre: YA post-apocalyptic fantasy<br />Audience: young adult<br />Word Count: 68,000<br /><br />[Two-line pitch]<br />16-year-old Chicago is famous for running away from home and never getting past the front gate. She never imagined she was a prisoner of the people who ended the world, or that her only hope for freedom-- and her first love-- intends to finish what they started.<br /><br />[First 100 words]<br />The empty holes of a human skull leered up at me from its bed of slime. Exhumed by spring rain, the skull and its hoard of bones squelched out of the mud at the edge of the woods. Most days the thought of corpses didn't bother me, but this one spilled a clammy tremor down my spine.<br /><br />"I thought you buried all the bodies," I said. All the skeletons for miles around had been hidden away in a burial mound a decade ago. <br /><br />"I did." Quito knelt in the mud to get a better look at the bones.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03262225989339629381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-60031588461909091602012-01-25T21:20:55.636-05:002012-01-25T21:20:55.636-05:00Title: Fall Straight and Miss
Author: Hepzibah Phr...Title: Fall Straight and Miss<br />Author: Hepzibah Phreake<br />Genre: Contemporary Romance/Fantasy<br />Audience: Adult<br />Word Count: 20K<br /><br />Pitch: Despite his feathery wings (the result of a genetic mutation), misanthropic substitute teacher Gabriel is no angel. But when cute, eccentric special education teacher Claire requests his help with a class project on the Apocalypse, Gabriel's entire world is turned upside-down.<br /><br />"With his grim demeanor and his eleven-foot wingspan, Gabriel was by far the the most infamous substitute teacher in the Lake Lyman school district. Surprisingly, his reputation had little to do with his wings, which were expansive, snowy white appendages that inspired near-religious awe in his students. His notoriety was due to the fact that, over the comparatively brief course of his employment, he had managed to frighten literally thousands of schoolchildren into exemplary behavior."Hepzibahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15882025731437308871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-13464397723713515082012-01-25T20:57:40.973-05:002012-01-25T20:57:40.973-05:00Title: Steel Horizon
Author: Gwen Cole
Genre/Sub-g...Title: Steel Horizon<br />Author: Gwen Cole<br />Genre/Sub-genre: Sci-fi <br />Audience/Age: YA<br />Word Count: 89,000<br /><br />Ten months ago, Morgan left her home to escape her abusive step-father, only months before earth was attacked by a cyborg species called Scrappers. <br />Two months ago, the Scrappers stopped killing and started taking, and anyone captured by them has never been seen again. <br /><br /><br />I never knew the world could hold so much silence. It echoed through the hollow malls and empty stores, through highways filled with nothing but the charred shells of abandoned cars.<br /><br /> It whistled through the bones of the dead. <br /><br /> All eyes looked up when the first raindrops fell from the sky. Scrappers feared the rain. It was the only thing that kept us safe. But even with the rain pattering down on the steel roof, nobody talked or moved. We were too tired to be thankful from our short moment of safety. And we all knew it wouldn’t last.Gwen Colehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08762653267470386761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-13864324983879056672012-01-25T20:50:35.481-05:002012-01-25T20:50:35.481-05:00Title: FALLING FOR SKY
Author: Jen Duffey
Genre/Su...Title: FALLING FOR SKY<br />Author: Jen Duffey<br />Genre/Sub-genre: Contemporary Romance<br />Audience/Age: 22+<br />Word Count:70,000<br /><br />Pitch: Sky's final undergrad paper should be easy, all she has to do is interview a person about Native American powwows to get the base of her research. When she meets Daniel the easy interview quickly turns into the hardest thing she's ever done, fall in love. <br /><br />First 100: <br />The drum is the heartbeat of the dance. <br /><br />Sky reads this line over and over. Dr. Langston gave them their semester project last week. This one paper can be the determining factor of whether or not she gets to graduate at the end of next semester. It will serve as both her final class project and one of her two final projects for her portfolio. <br /><br />The assignment is to take something from history and examine it from today’s point of view. Like picking World War I and examining how it would differ now if we were in a World War.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17876772923733290496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-6742134757096374872012-01-25T20:37:29.377-05:002012-01-25T20:37:29.377-05:00TITLE: Last Wish
AUTHOR: Kelly Daniels
GENRE: Cont...TITLE: Last Wish<br />AUTHOR: Kelly Daniels<br />GENRE: Contemporary Romance with a touch of Fantasy<br />AUDIENCE: Adult<br />WORD COUNT: 15k<br /><br />TWO-SENTENCE PITCH:<br />A man’s dying wish on a falling star is for the girl that he has loved for years to see the real him, not the cocky jerk he usually comes off as. When the time comes for him to move on will she recognize that he is a man worth loving or is it too late?<br /><br />FIRST 100 WORDS:<br />"Must be nice to be the boss's kid," Trent declares from the doorway. "A nice big office to sit around in and play while everyone else has their noses to the grind stone." He’s completely at ease lounging against the door frame with that sly smile that drives me up the wall.<br /><br />"Oh, joy. You're back," I say lacking all enthusiasm as I turn my attention back to small globe on my desk and give it another spin. If only I could be anywhere but here. “How was Seattle?”<br /><br />"It was cold and wet but the job got done. What do you say we go out for dinner tonight? Catch up."<br /><br />"Sorry, I have to organize my shoes tonight."Kelly Danielshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09519155988511329601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-13337511163964880942012-01-25T20:05:11.160-05:002012-01-25T20:05:11.160-05:00Title: The Owens Legacy: Revelations
Author: Miche...Title: The Owens Legacy: Revelations<br />Author: Michelle Flick<br />Genre/Sub-genre: Paranormal Romance<br />Audience/Age YA<br />Word Count 100,030<br /><br />Two-line pitch: The telepathic Owens twins find out truths of their family history, their loves, and themselves when factions at Evermore Academy battle over the revelations of an ancient prophecy dating back to the Babylonian Goddess Ishtar, which deals with their special heritage. Piper has gotten herself kicked out of yet another school, the fourth in three years. This time though, she knows her sister Ryder likes Evermore, and she vows to stay out of trouble. <br /><br />First 100 words: <br /> Where have they dropped us this time?<br /> Black, rusted iron gates stood in front of my sister and me. Gargoyle statues stared down at us; I think they were angels at one point but years of sitting perched on those brick columns turned their cherub faces into faceless demons. They warned us not to enter the place where they had dropped us off. I guess “dropped” is a loose term considering our so-devoted aunt and uncle, had their chauffeur drive us to the airport - again with no goodbyes, and left us to find a taxis to the school.Michelle Flickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11452307689508498982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-10678045222556085232012-01-25T19:51:27.877-05:002012-01-25T19:51:27.877-05:00Title: FREAK
Author: Erica Henry
Genre/Sub-genre: ...Title: FREAK<br />Author: Erica Henry<br />Genre/Sub-genre: Dystopia with supernatural elements<br />Audience/Age: YA<br />Word Count: 62K<br /><br />Pitch:<br /><br />When Juniper Rayne's dad signs the family up to take part in a reality television show, she thought it would giver her an edge she needs to be accepted by the vampires that rule the humans. She couldn't have been more wrong.<br /><br />First 100 words:<br /><br />Man there is nothing on to watch tonight, I think as I flip through the channels. Nothing but boring vampire dramas. Blah. <br /><br />I continue clicking the channel up bottom, only pausing for a second or two on each channel.<br /><br />The channels are whizzing past my almost glazed over eyes. <br /><br />My brain screams at me to go back. It has apparently caught something that my eyes had missed. I flip back to channel fifty-one. <br /><br />“What the hell?” I ask out loud. I watch as my school picture that was taken last week flashes on the screen. That can’t be me.erica_henryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11576621292231389312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-69912087869029485882012-01-25T19:16:47.509-05:002012-01-25T19:16:47.509-05:00Title: SILENCE: A SILVER SOULS NOVEL
Author: Hanna...Title: SILENCE: A SILVER SOULS NOVEL<br />Author: Hannah Hunt<br />Genre/Sub-genre: YA/Paranormal Fantasy<br />Audience/Age: YA<br />Word Count: 102,000<br /><br />Pitch:<br />Sixteen-year-old Sage talks to the drawings in her sketchbook. Cursed as a medium, and forced to draw the souls that haunt her, she yearns for an escape from utter alienation. When the newest artist in town, Aden, offers her a chance at silence in exchange for her soul, will she take it?<br /><br />First 100 words:<br />Ice trickled down her back as Sage stared at the graphite face on the table top. Pressing her lips together, she let her hand glide the pencil across the pale sketch’s cheek, adding the last of the shadows to the Victorian girl. The rhythmic tapping of pencils on table tops made her skin crawl, anxious nausea rolling over her in waves. The dead girl’s face flashed before her eyes, and she swallowed.<br /><br />“All right, let’s hear what you have to say.”<br /><br />Her head pulsed roughly and she watched as the girl’s face came to life before her eyes.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14222968358802371658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-75268292329117605722012-01-25T19:12:56.157-05:002012-01-25T19:12:56.157-05:00Title: The Sentinel's Run
Author: Wendy Sparro...Title: The Sentinel's Run<br />Author: Wendy Sparrow<br />Genre: Dystopian<br />Audience/Age: YA<br />Word Count: 70K<br /><br />Two-line pitch:<br />Since the machines have taken over, males have been sent to the Line to fight to keep the small territory humans still maintain. As he was nothing more than a farmboy, Coby expected to die on the Line, not sent on a suicide mission to retrieve and possibly kill a prisoner--a prisoner who might just save them all. <br /><br />First 100 words:<br /><br />Sentinel Citation 1.0- A sentinel always follows orders—even if it costs him his life. There are no exceptions.<br /><br />The mandatory sentinel duties snuck up on every male in Tereslay. One day, we were out fishing or farming for our families with the other boys. Maybe we were goofing off and not working, but it came just the same. It was as inevitable as the first frost. On our seventeenth birthday, the letter arrived and our lives were taken. We hadn’t been forgotten. We hadn’t been passed over. O’course we hadn’t. No one was.Wendy Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06240583852940769313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-57756916200943192792012-01-25T18:35:21.909-05:002012-01-25T18:35:21.909-05:00Title: Witch Weigh
Author: Caroline Mickelson
Ge...Title: Witch Weigh<br />Author: Caroline Mickelson<br />Genre/Sub-genre: Light Paranormal<br />Audience/Age: Adult<br />Word Count: 35,000 Novella<br /><br />On what turned out to be the worst day of her life, witch Tessa Von Hellengaard loses her magic, gains one hundred pounds and finds herself saddled with a sexy fairy god father. She’s determined to win back her magic and desperate to shed the weight, but it’s the hunky, holier-than-thou fairy that turns her world upside down.<br /><br /> “Lady, anyone ever tell you that you’re a real witch?”<br /> “More times than you can imagine.” Contessa Von Hellengaard eyed the obstinate construction worker who blocked the path of her black Mercedes. She wondered how this mere mortal would look as a skunk. Her fingers itched to work magic but she gripped the steering wheel. She was already in enough trouble with the Upper Hallows Witch Council without casting what they would consider another unnecessary spell. <br /> She leaned out the window. “Remove your overfed self from my way immediately.”<br /> “Guess you should’ve used your broomstick,” the man smirked, “because there ain’t no way your car is gonna get through here.” <br /> He seemed too amused with himself for Tessa’s liking. Broomstick indeed. She revved the motor. He couldn’t say he hadn’t been warned.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-49537666750363228092012-01-25T18:24:05.486-05:002012-01-25T18:24:05.486-05:00Title: Dragon Fire
Author: Dina von Lowenkraft
Gen...Title: Dragon Fire<br />Author: Dina von Lowenkraft<br />Genre/Sub-genre: Contemporary Fantasy/Romance<br />Audience/Age: older YA/New Adult<br />Word Count: 110k<br /><br />Two-line pitch:<br />A young shapeshifting dragon must choose between his forbidden love for a human and face death, or fulfill his duty in an ancient blood feud and kill her best friend.<br /><br />First 100 words:<br />The candle flickered in the subzero wind but Anna made no move to protect it. She stopped on the hill and watched the green-black fjord slither by. The procession continued without her, leaving only the fading sound of crunching snow in its wake.<br /><br />“You seem as eager to go to Fritjof’s vigil as I am,” June said, startling Anna with her sudden appearance.<br /><br />Anna fingered the oval piece of coral that she carried around like a talisman. “I’m glad it’s not yours too.” She turned to face June whose cobalt blue eyes were at odds with her otherwise Asian features.Dina von Lowenkrafthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12241162574874924725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-66768781567216712862012-01-25T18:19:36.914-05:002012-01-25T18:19:36.914-05:00Title: The Charge
Author: Sharon Bayliss
Genre/Sub...Title: The Charge<br />Author: Sharon Bayliss<br />Genre/Sub-genre: Alternate History<br />Audience/Age: Upper Young Adult<br />Word Count: 80,000<br /><br />Pitch: <br /><br />Warren didn’t know he was an estranged member of the Texas royal family until the King’s soldiers starting trimming the family tree. To fight against the King, he gets help from the first girl that ever made him want to do things like iron creases in his pants, but since she's an anti-monarchy activist dating the son of the President of the United States, he’s not sure if she’s going to kiss him or shoot him.<br /><br />100 words:<br /><br />Warren’s mother had taped his old Star Wars comforter over the patio door of their apartment. He didn’t pause too long to wonder why. His mother suffered from what his brother called, “severe eccentricity,” and blacking out the windows with old sheets for no obvious reason wasn’t out of character. With both of her sons out of the house now, there was no one to put out the fire if she tried to make bacon in the toaster again, so Warren always came home when she asked him to.Sharon Baylisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17361550815860670756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202274659436317634.post-29776450772939711362012-01-25T17:51:52.101-05:002012-01-25T17:51:52.101-05:00Title: Shifter
Author: Belinda Dorio
Genre/Sub-gen...Title: Shifter<br />Author: Belinda Dorio<br />Genre/Sub-genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance<br />Audience/Age: YA<br />Word Count: 55,000<br /><br />Seventeen year old Alcee D'Arco isn't your average teen, but thanks to her Mum, she’s none the wiser. But when her Mother dies, Alcee is left to fend for herself in a world where her enemies don't always wear human faces. <br /><br />I walked down the dim hallway of the hospital and tried to ignore the way that sickness and death smothered the air like a wet blanket. I could hear the beeping of her machines before I reached the door, the numerous pieces of metal that kept her heart beating, her lungs breathing. I took a deep breath, painted a huge smile on my face and strode into her small room. Her eyes met mine instantly, and lit up in response despite the crowd of anxious family and friends who crowded around her, all with various looks of desperation and sadness etched onto their faces.Bdoriohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14825386636863189996noreply@blogger.com