The Writer's Voice: Entry Number 31

The wonderful Brenda Drake, Cupid, Monica B.W., and Krista Van Dolzer are holding an amazing contest called The Writer's Voice. They're playing it like the NBC show The Voice. If I'm lucky, I could end up on one of their teams and with my coach's help, find an agent.

Thank you all for doing this contest!! You guys rock! Now for my entry:

Entry number: 31

Title: Spark

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Query:

It’s just like sixteen-year-old, Taisie Monahan, to fall flat on her face on the first day of her new school in her deceased mother’s hometown. When the popular clique in school accepts her into their group, she goes from zero to hottie in a flash, but their friendship comes at price.

When the nightmares stalking Taisie her entire life invade the real world, she finds solace in the arms of a mysterious biker boy. Soon Taisie learns she’s the missing piece to a centuries old prophecy and her new found friends will stop at nothing to make sure she fulfills her destiny.

A twisted cat and mouse game shows Taisie that the evil spectral who holds her mother’s soul will stop at nothing to get his hands on Taisie’s unharnessed ability to destroy immortality.

Forced to choose between her mother’s soul and her own freedom, Taisie must embrace her true identity and trust her new friends to save the ones she love or lose her soul forever.

SPARK is a young adult paranormal romance complete at 61,000 words.

First 250:

I knew he was there the moment my foot touched the sidewalk. That creepy-spider-crawling-up-your-back feeling was something that belonged only to him. My eyes searched the crowed frantically, hoping to get my first glimpse of my stalker before I realized what I was doing and stopped.

He was just another part of my endless nightmares. First day jitters had caused my nerves to play tricks on my mind and acting like a mess wasn't going to make my old rep of being freak-girl go away in this school any easier.

Pressing myself against a brick wall, I tried to catch a break from the sea of students flowing through the floodgates of Saint Isabel High. I'd never seen so many name-brand clothes in one place before. I took a step forward and then quickly returned to the safety of the wall.

Get a grip. People are staring.

I tried to will myself to listen, but the nagging feeling was still tugging at the edge of my mind, keeping me locked into place like a statue being held by chains.

“Hey! Come here!” My breath caught when the hot jock yelled and waved at me, or what I wanted to be me. After all, didn't I try to make myself look like his type when I got up that morning?

My finger lightly swiped across my sorry excuse for lipstick, kicking up a slight hint of cherry from my lip balm, making me feel like a little girl in big girl clothing.

Thank you for this opportunity and good luck to everyone!!