Word Count: 63,000
Pitch: Turning off streetlights with her mind is a trick fifteen-year-old Logan didn’t know she’d be hunted for. But a group of paranormally-gifted outlaws are hell bent on acquiring Logan’s power. If they catch her, she’ll not only be stripped of her ability, but also her identity – leaving her with no memories of her family, her past or even herself.
Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costume character do you relate most to and why?
I’m not much for dressing up for Halloween, but if had to choose I guess I most relate to the cowardly lion in The Wizard of Oz. Although I wish I related more to Superwoman.
Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka marketable/unique)?
Streetlight is a tasty treat because it’s full of steamy romance, a race through the hot southern states, and the terrifying danger of loss of life without actual death. You’ll want to devour every page.
First 200 Words:
“Come on, Logan.” Justin pulled me out of JavaBeans into the muggy autumn night. Chad and Jeremy followed us to the curb. “Just do it. It’s so cool.”
I shook my head. What was wrong with my brother? He knew it wasn’t allowed.
Justin sighed.“Nothing’s gonna happen.”
But that constant feeling of being watched crept up the back of my neck as I peeked into the shadows. Not that I ever saw anyone. I just felt them. All the time. That wasn’t something I shared with my brother since I was already the family’s barely-in-the-closet skeleton.
I leaned toward Justin and lowered my voice. “You know how Daddy feels about it.”
“They’re not gonna rat you out.” He nodded to the guys who shook their heads.
I pulled at the ends of my hair. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Wanna walk home?”
No. I did not want to walk home. Alone. In the dark. I made it a point to never be alone. You just never knew. It wasn’t that I was afraid of the dark. Okay, fine. Maybe I was.
“So?” Justin raised his eyebrows.
Being the sophomore little sister of a senior football star wasn’t easy.