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Title: I WAS A SUMMER REALITY STAR
Genre: Women's fiction
Word Count: 74,000
My Main Character is most uncomfortable with:
Jen lives in Seattle, where more days are cloudy than not. You’d think that would make Jen more uncomfortable in sunny weather. However, when the sun peeks through the clouds, Jen loves the warm rays on her face as she walks around the city. When she spends the summer in Los Angeles, she is delighted to bask in the sun for hours each day. An avid pedestrian, Jen is more uncomfortable in slippery snow that clings to her pant legs and makes the sidewalks treacherous. Plus, it’s like fluffy water, and that’s just bizarre.
When 23-year-old Jennifer Read responded to an ad seeking adventurous, intelligent 20-somethings for a competition-based reality show, she never dreamed that her whim would lead to love.
Life after college just isn’t as advertised: Jen’s low-paying job is uninspiring, her boyfriend won’t commit, and the future looks unexciting. One day, Jen finds an ad seeking smart young adults for a new reality show. Thinking that the audition process might be an interesting experience, she submits an application. However, her boyfriend's negative reaction to her leaving for the summer makes Jen wonder if she made a mistake.
When she discovers that her boyfriend is secretly married, Jen packs a bag and heads to Los Angeles. She moves into a glass house with 11 strangers to compete for a $250,000 prize. For several weeks, she performs in physical and mental challenges, makes new friends - and vies for the attention of Justin, the handsome contestant who has also caught the eye of another woman. As the show progresses, Jen fights to win the viewers' loyalty so she can stay on the show. Can she win the ultimate prize without losing herself in the process?
Thank you for your time and consideration.
First 250 words:
"I’ve got something to do tonight, but you can come over if you want to hang.”
I read the text from my boyfriend aloud. “How romantic,” I muttered.
But, still, I hadn’t seen him recently…
I heard a voice in the back of my head. “You shouldn’t let yourself be at his beck and call.”
Oh, wait. That was Ashley. For a second, I’d forgotten that she was on my Bluetooth.
“I’m not!” I insisted. “I was the one who suggested getting together at the last minute.”
“You texted him for a booty call?”
“It’s not a booty call! I asked if he wanted to grab dinner because I had to run some errands after work. But I got hungry, so I ate.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “I guess that’s different.”
“Besides, he’s got that computer conference next week. We may not get another chance to see each other before he leaves. A woman has needs!”
I almost heard Ashley rolling her eyes. “Have fun, tonight, Jen. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thanks. You, too.”
It didn’t take long to pack an overnight bag. A short walk and three Metro stops later, I knocked on the door of Dominic’s duplex. As always, the pink welcome mat tickled me. Dom inherited the house from his aunt with the decor, and he hadn’t changed a thing.
I strained to hear if he was coming, but couldn’t make out anything over the rain and the wind.