Genre: NA contemporary
Word Count: 99, 000
My Main Character's Greatest Fear:
...is a dreaded pair of high heels! If Callie just so happens to put on anything other than her beloved flats--or her most favorite tennis shoes mind you--then she will wind up on her butt...or possibly even her face instead. No joke. High heels to Callie, are monsters under the bed to five year olds.
Meet Callie. She’s eighteen, quirky, fears high heels and commitments. She also has a serious love/hate relationship with her tennis shoes.
Nine months of college down the drain, and all Callie has to show for it is her freshman thirty. Now with a set of upcoming nuptials from hell on the horizon––for her she–devil–sister–Anna––Callie is put on a strict regimen of do this do that, while relentlessly trying to avoid her once skinny–skater–boy turned-sex–god, ex–best friend, Ky.
Meet Ky. He's a waste, a mechanic and a country music singer, minus the lyrics. A boy turned man with a proverbial skateboard still hung around his neck from high school days gone bad.
Ky's lost, and he’d be the first to admit it. But the moment Calla Lily returns home––with cemented penis in hand––he realizes she’s exactly the muse he’s been missing.
But what do you do when life isn’t giving you what you demand it to? Well, you steal its running shoes, grab the girl of your four-year-long dreams, and take what’s been yours, all along.
Well, that’s Ky’s theory anyway.
It's just too bad Callie can't stop running away long enough to realize what she needs, is him.
At 99,081 words, Finding Her Way Back is my contemporary new adult romance about second chances, fear, and the need to let go of the past in order to move forward. Per your request, I have pasted the first 250 words onto this email.
Finding Her Way Back is my fifth completed novel. Three of which are currently published through a small house entitled Sunshine Press. I am an active member of my local RWA in Moline Illinois, and a member of the Midwest Writing Center in Davenport Iowa.
Thank you for your time and consideration,
First 250 words:
Fat is the new sexy
“You need to lose weight. Pronto. I mean, look at how massive your hips have gotten, Callie! Freshman fifteen my ass…I’d say freshman thirty is more like it!”
Fuck my life. And screw my sister.
That’s what I wanted to say to Anna as she pulled at the seams of my pink flamingo looking bridesmaid gown. But I didn’t. Instead, I simply sealed my lips, and took her criticism with a grain of very bitter salt. But I’m not going to lie––the urge to cover my body was hard fought.
She circled around me, all–too stealthily for my taste. Her glare was unreadable, but her movements weren’t. The tap of her fingers against her red painted lips... The way her left brow rose higher than her right... The tell–tale flex of her jaw… Those movements alone said it all––the truth was inevitably there: Anna was already pondering ways she could make my life even more miserable.
Evil personified you say? Yes. That was the likes of my twenty–one year old sister.
“I mean come on, Cal! You know how much this wedding means to me,” her lower lip jutted outwards as she slapped her hands against her jeans. “How can I ever have my maid–of–honor standing up next to me at the altar, looking like a beached whale, for shit’s sake? Seriously, what in the hell did you the past nine months anyways, take up stock in the fast food world?”