P6: Young Adult Contemporary: YOUR HOUSE, MY RULES

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Title: Your House, My Rules

Age Category: Young Adult

Genre: Contemporary

Word Count: 84,000

Pitch: Orphan Alexia spends her life going from one “fresh start” to another. When she meets the too-good-to-be-true Gems, can she stop running from her past long enough to build a future with a forever family?

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

There are a lot of ways to put your world back together after it falls apart. You can sew the frayed seams so it regains its shape. You can flip a switch to restore the gravity. You can even plug each hole and seal every crevice. Do whatever you want – it won’t matter. There’s nothing you’ll be able to do about the scars. They’ll swell past facades and crack masks, a constant pain you can’t kill or escape.

Unless you’re me.

“What do you think she wants?” Jamie asked, pacing the length of our room as I stood by the door.

I shrugged. “Maybe she wants to give me a million dollars and an all-expenses-paid trip around the world.” My friend rolled his eyes like I wasn’t taking this seriously and paced faster. I tried again. “Or, maybe –”

“Maybe she wants to send you away again,” Nate interrupted, arms crossed.

The three of us stared at each other, silent. I glanced between them, past what everyone else saw. Because when I looked at Nate, I didn’t see a broken boy who lived at the bottom of a bottle, and when I looked at Jamie, I didn’t see a walking rap-sheet, either. I saw my two brothers I would literally die for, even though they weren’t really my brothers. Just like this room wasn’t really ours, and this house wasn’t really our home.

“Yeah,” I said softly, “maybe that.”

P7: Young Adult Contemporary #ownvoices: FOR WHATEVER WE LOSE

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Title: For Whatever We Lose

Age Category: Young Adult

Genre: Contemporary #ownvoices

Word Count: 65,000


Day one: they leave Miami.

Day three: the ship stalls as a hurricane approaches.

Day five…all hell breaks loose.

Diverse Breakfast Club meets Titanic when high school students’ dream trip turns nightmarish.

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

“Did you pack your medicine, mija?”

Alex’s palms itched with sweat, and she rubbed them on her shorts. Did she unplug her flat iron? Did she pack enough underwear? Did she lock her bedroom door? Why hadn’t she heard from Miles yet? Did he get her last eight texts? Maybe he got into an accident. Maybe the trip had even been cancelled.

“Alexandra, I asked you a question,” her abuela trilled through the car’s speakerphone, tongue thick with a Cuban accent.

“Si, Abuelita. The medicine is in my bags.” She probably missed her trip. Now she’d never get the scholarship. She plucked a few white threads from the rip in her fraying shorts and wound them tightly around her fingertip until it plumped and reddened. Wincing at the pain, she yanked the threads tighter.

Her abuela sighed. “Nina, did you check?”

After a few seconds of silence punctuated by static, Alex nudged her sister’s arm.

Nina pulled to a stop at the red light. “No,” she said, smacking her gum and picking up her phone. She updated her Instagram with a quick selfie—all cleavage and duck face. “Pero I made sure she packed tons of condoms.”

Alex shrank into the passenger seat, her ears reddening, and mouthed, “I’m going to murder you.”

“¿Como?” Abuela’s voice curled up at the end.

“Bottoms, Abuelita. You know, for her bikinis?”

P8: Adult Contemporary Romance: MOONLIGHT & WHISKEY

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Title: Moonlight & Whiskey

Age Category: Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Word Count: 90,000

Pitch: When plus-sized engineer Avery meets a tattooed commitment-phobe musician, she learns to rock her curves. As their connection intensifies, she must face her deep-rooted fear of rejection or lose the rocker who’s stolen her heart.

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

I had a porn habit.

It wasn’t an obsession. It wasn’t a fetish. It didn’t require trips to anonymous meetings where I said, “Hello, my name is Avery and I’m addicted to naked men.” I simply enjoyed watching people have sex. The women in porn, however, never looked like me.

Mainstream porn stars looked more like a silicone Barbie, i.e. half-modeling career failure, half-sex doll/mechanical experiment.

Conversely, I was soft, curvy and…not a size six.

I’d been told that I wore the weight well, that I had a pretty face; all the shit curvy women heard. Men told me that I had a great rack. That if I lost 40 pounds I’d be fuckable––that’s actual verbiage––and even referred to flirting with me as “taking one for the team.”

I was sick of it.

It was high time I threw up the old double-bird salute to all the guys who’d passed me over––or worse, used me––to get closer to my best friend, Kat. I wanted to send out a giant fuck you to all the men who’d stuck me in the friend zone because of the width of my hips. Where were the dudes who claimed to love women with curves, because I sure as hell hadn’t found them?

I’d never be thin; some women weren’t meant to be, but like most, I wanted to feel feminine. Sexy in my skin. Desirable––just as I was.

Which was how I ended up in a tacky-as-hell waiting room.

P9: Adult Mystery: DERAILED

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Age Category: Adult

Genre: Mystery

Word Count: 84,000

Pitch: P.I. & single mom Kelly Pruett investigates the death and double-life of an accountant/dominatrix. But with the sole witness murdered, pursuing the killer may cost her custody of her only child—and also her life.

First 250 Word of Manuscript: 

Portland, Oregon has as many parts as the human form. Just like the body, some parts are more attractive than others. My office was in what some considered the armpit—the northeast. The narrow streets were dotted with pickpockets and drug dealers, the concrete striped with the spray paint tags of bubble-lettered gang signatures. Still, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I’d grown up here in my father’s P.I. business.

I’d just flicked off the light in my back office when a loud rap sounded on the front door. From my desk, I couldn’t see who it was and I made no effort to check. It was six o’clock. I’m no wimp, but I don’t rush to open doors after dark. Besides, my daughter Mitz would be coming later and if I didn’t get to the grocery store beforehand, we’d be eating PB&Js for dinner. Again.

Another knock, more insistent this time.

I drummed my fingers on my dad’s mahogany desk and blew out a breath. It was more likely a vagrant than a client, but not knowing would bug me all night. I also couldn’t afford to lose an opportunity for a paycheck. Despite steady work from a few law firms around town, being a single mom usually meant more month than money.

Clicking on the desk light, I retrieved the canister of pepper spray from my purse. I strode through the reception area. Opened the door.

And gasped.

Team Peanut Brittle House Congratulates Amy Elizabeth!

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A super big peanut brittle congratulations to Amy Elizabeth! Although she is a member of Team Peanut Brittle House, she has very recently signed with literary agent, Steven Salpeter, from Curtis Brown. Amy, we are SO proud of you and so excited about your YA fantasy, FLESH AND BLOOD! We can’t wait to see where this amazing story lands!  


Pitch Madness Submission Window Open!



The Pitch Madness 2017 submission window is now open!

To submit your manuscript pitch into the contest, use this form on Brenda Drake’s post here.

What is Pitch Madness?

It’s a contest to win a request from one or more of the participating agents. (See who they are here.)

The submission window is open from NOW and until 11:59PM EST on February 24th. You should have plenty of time to get your submissions in. Make sure to perfect your entry. If you make an error, you may not resend. What do you need to enter? A 35-word (max) pitch and the first 250 words of your finished manuscript. If the 250th word falls in the middle of a sentence, go to the end of the sentence. If you’ve entered this manuscript into contests before, you CAN still enter Pitch Madness.

There will be 60 finalists moving onto the agent round. Pitch Madness will accept Middle Grade, Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult (never before published) fiction only, novel length (no novellas) completed and polished manuscripts only. All genres (i.e. fantasy, contemporary, sci-fi, and so on) are welcome to enter. Only one entry per writer.

Each blog host will have a co-host helping them choose their top 10 entries. We have a team of first readers who will check for formatting, grammar, and content and put their top picks through to the hosts and cohosts.

This year’s first round readers and teams can be found here.

The agent round will be on March 16 and 17. To see our amazing line up agents go to this post here.

All the twitter fun will happen on the hashtag #PitchMadness! Hope you’ll enter and good luck!



Today is the release day of BEFORE TOMORROW, aka Logan’s novella, and I couldn’t be any more thrilled! Guys, I love this book so much. Logan is one of my favorite characters from the Forget Tomorrow series, and it was an utter joy to hang out in his mind for a little while!

Synopsis: In a world where all seventeen-year-olds receive a memory from their future selves, Logan Russell’s vision is exactly as he expects — and exactly not. He sees himself achieving his greatest wish of becoming a gold-star swimmer, but strangely enough, the vision also shows him locking eyes with a girl from his past, Callie Stone, and experiencing an overwhelming sense of love and belonging. 

Logan’s not sure what the memory means, but soon enough, he learns that his old friend Callie is in trouble. She’s received an atypical memory, one where she commits a crime in the future. According to the law, she must be imprisoned, even though she’s done nothing wrong. Now, Logan must decide if he’ll give up his future as a gold-star swimmer and rescue the literal girl of his dreams. All he’ll have to do is defy Fate. 

And you know what the best part is? For the time being, this novella is utterly and absolutely FREE! So what are you waiting for? Download your copy now!

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