|Cover is totally made up by me (as inspiration!)|
After successfully finishing NaNoWriMo (you can watch my YouTube videos documenting my month's struggle here), I am finishing up the novel now. After that, it will go to my faithful, hard-working Beta Readers for feedback, and into a few rounds of revisions. THEN...
I will be pitching it at RWA's 2015 Conference.
So cross your fingers. And your toes. Heck, cross your eyes for me, too--while I feel confident that my experience from 4 book contracts with The Wild Rose Press gives me a leg-up in my search for an agent, it's all a game of timing and execution. (By the way, the reason I'm not staying with The Wild Rose Press for "Delinquent" is because they don't publish young adult fiction. I adore my publisher!)
Here's a little excerpt from my YA novel WIP...
Livia turned to me. Two fat tears spilled out onto her lashes. They hung there, catching the light from the passing storefronts so they glittered like tiny jewels, until she blinked, sending them snaking down her cheeks. I wanted to do something to comfort her—wipe her face with my thumbs like the guys do in those chick-flick movies, or hug her to my chest. But I didn’t know if any of those things were appropriate. Especially by someone like me to someone like her. So I sat there, watching her tears run in twin rivulets to drip from her jaw.
“I—I wish I had your courage, Justus. Because if I did, I wouldn’t be asking you this favor.” Liv sniffed one last time, using the palm of her hand to wipe the tear tracks from her face.
“A—a favor?”What favor could I possibly do for Livia Diasparra?
“Do you know Tillis’ taunt really means?” Livia asked, and when I shook my head, she leaned toward me. “I’m despoiled. As in ruined. As in something precious was stolen from me. Without my consent. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
My stomach dropped to my knees and my mouth went dry.
“Are you saying you were—”
She slid her cool fingers over my mouth, and shushed me. “Nobody knows. That’s why…that’s why I need your help.”
Her fingers were cool against my lips, and as horrifying as her rape confession was, the feeling of her touching my mouth was distracting as hell. Struggling to understand, I pulled away and her hand dropped.
“But, Liv, there are organizations…groups that can help—”
Livia shook her head. “What’s done is done. I just—I need to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I need a favor from you, but I don’t know how to ask…”
I waited as she trailed off and looked down at her lap. Her hands twisted together, and as she searched for words, her eyes filled again.
I had to do something. The crying was killing me. I patted her shoulder and sort of wrestled her into the world’s most awkward hug. Her face was kind of jammed against my Adam’s apple, so when I next spoke, it came out all choked and weird.
“What can I do to help, Liv?”
Livia gripped the gray sweatshirt material over my biceps. She stared at me with those wide, tear-filled eyes and asked me her favor.
“Will you teach me how to kill someone?”