ROUND TWO!
IS NOW CLOSED – IT’S 10:10, AND WE HAVE 24 ENTRIES FOR VOTING TOMORROW MORNING!
I know you’re excited to see who made the cut, but a couple things first
First off, I want to say, congrats to everyone. There were some amazing lines and sadly, some of the ones I loved didn’t make it.
But, here’s the deal:
- You can learn a ton just by reading the comments on the remaining lines
- Hated a line that made it through? Figure out why it did and you’ll be ahead of the game
- People get disqualified and slots need to be refilled – don’t miss that opportunity
- Oh no, someone just panicked and is wondering how that got disqualified
- Did you miss a deadline. 10pm means 10pm in Brielandia
- Did you pimp your own line for votes
- Did you ignore directions (do not email me for directions, they’re right there)
- Oh no, someone just panicked and is wondering how that got disqualified
- Don’t feel like you’re out of the game if you’re not one of the top 5. Second lines change everything!
IF YOU’RE ON THE LIST BELOW, POST IN THE COMMENTS:
- The name AS I POSTED IT for your entry, so in the box that says “name” type the title as I’ve given it to you – NOT YOUR ACTUAL NAME.
- Lines 1 and 2
ALSO, we had 3 suspicious voting patterns yesterday. One was obvious enough that I reached out and she didn’t know it was happening. The two others are just me being about 99% sure that they either asked people to vote for their line OR they told people who knew their line to vote *wink wink*
If you think I won’t just toss you out for breaking the rules, you’re wrong. I will. I am such a freaking rule follower that it’s nice for once to be in my house. AND with the prizes that are on the line, I’m not letting people miss out bc of *wink wink*
Ok, so without further ado…the Round 2 lines survivors (in the order they were posted on yesterday’s blog):
ROUND TWO CONTESTANTS
BLINDFOLDED, Contemp Romance
HELL’S PARADISE, Rom, Other
LOVE’S NO JOKE, Rom, Other
A COMPLEX SOLUTION, YA Rom Suspense
ONE LAST OBJECTION, Contemp Romance
UNTITLED (#1), Paranormal Romance
THE WESTERMAN AFFAIR, Non-Regency Historical Rom
BLESSED, Romance, Other
NINJA, Sci-Fi
ANNIE GET YOUR GUN, Contemp Romance
RED, YA Paranormal Romance
A TIME FOR US, Contemp Romance
RECIPE OF LOVE, Contemp Romance
CASANOVA EXPOSED, Contemp Romance
HER HUSBAND’S MISTRESS, Non-Regency Historical Romance
LIFE RIGHT NOW, YA Rom Com/Chick Lit
UNTITLED (#2), Contemp Romance
MIDNIGHT’S BALANCE, Paranormal Romance
AT FIRST BLUSH, Contemp Romance
UNCONTROLLED HOPE, Paranormal Romance
KISMET, Rom Suspense
CHIME, YA Sci Fi
THE STORY OF US, YA Romance
TRUTH IN TIME, Contemp Romance
HIS DARK TEMPTATION, Paranormal Romance
AND FOR THE CURIOUS…the Top 5 (6 bc 5th place was a tie) in Alphabetical Order:
At First Blush
Casanova Exposed
Her Husband’s Mistress
Midnight’s Balance
Ninja
Untitled #1
So, for round two, you’re entries must be in by 10PM TONIGHT.
You’ll enter them in the comments like this WITH NO WEBSITE;
I opened the pantry to get a box of cereal, and my brother’s AK-47 fell over with a clang at my feet. I jerked out the magazine, pulled the bolt to check the chamber and popped out the round.
Gripping the penknife in my pocket, I shuffled down the hall, my pulse racing. The heavy wooden doors thudded shut as the buzz of voices died away.
Ghost had grown accustomed to the shadows.
Living in darkness had become a haven and a prison sentence.
Micah Rivard would have much rather been in the kitchen than the interview chair he was currently sitting. He had a restaurant opening in less than two months, and instead of getting smaller his to-do list was getting longer.
The door to the Happy Clam Family Restaurant blew open, bringing in a gust of cold air and the haunting ghost from Hope Windward’s past. Confusion and suspicion swirled in her belly, working its way up her esophagus, nearly choking her with fright.
“911, what is the address of your emergency?” He had been a dispatcher so long that the words just fell out of his mouth when answering the phone.
I closed my eyes and raised my nose to the wind hoping for a scent of the girl. It was there, the cloying ballroom scent of lavender…and him.
“Get your ass in here and make love to me.” Maggie fisted his polo and yanked him into her condo.
“Do you think you could squeeze an entire life into one day?”
It wasn’t the question that froze my brain–it was the girl.
“Another day, another date, another dollar, who shall I be today?” I smooth my dress and give the doorman a wink as I walk through the main door of the luxurious Titan Hotel.
A meeting package bound in black spiral coils landed on the keyboard of Darryl’s laptop. Only one person possessed this kind of audacity.
“If you take another Instagram snap, I’m going to feed you to the alligator.”
She didn’t acknowledge the threat, but waved glitter tipped fingers in my direction, and continued tapping her phone in a blaze of glory.
Goodbye dignity.
Hovering over a toilet in a stall with her borrowed cocktail dress squeezed between her
knees to keep it from falling in had to be the final nail in Kate Vernon’s dignity.
Billy sprang from the chair in front of the desk. Hot coals bubbled in his chest.
Charles Westerman sipped his champagne and leaned against a yellow-veined marble column in the noisy and crowded foyer of Rutford House. He surveyed the guests in search of a familiar face—or, at least, an inviting one.
Once aboard the Piedmont jet, Matthew Woods scowled at the flight attendant then waited for a certain brunette—twenty minutes and two shots of bourbon later, he still waited. His cell phone pinged: “Stuck in traffic, be there soon.”
One can hear the Earth in the absence of human noise.
Here, high in the jagged mountains, the valley far below and the empty sky above, Micah could hear it whispering to him.
Beneath the inky black of a moonless night, Nyah Kendrick hiked through the dense Maine forest, her heart racing with anticipation of the hunt. The artic wind rattling the branches above her carried the clean scent of fresh snow mixed with the stench of the humans waiting to die.
Taking a deep breath, Annie Becker readjusted her grip and gently squeezed the trigger. She zeroed in on the target down range and fired off ten rounds in quick succession.
If you have a name, you are not a ninja. If you have been seen, you are not a ninja.
Dorran took a step into the hotel room situated above one of the taverns in the Temple Bar District and cursed every undying god he knew of.
He had been searching for his female, his mate, for almost a thousand years and she had been in this very room within the last twenty-four hours.
The brunette inching up to the Blackjack table had the perfect mix of resting bitch face, an obscenely short skirt, and red patent leather “f&@k me” heels. Basically catnip to Mara Antonini.
Genevieve could see the smoke rising from the engine of the rental sedan only because it twirled in front of the headlights. No better end to a day of arguing with an airline than being overcharged for a rental car that breaks down three miles outside of town.