This round was SO CLOSE for the top five and bottom five. There really are no losers in this game – just people who get feedback longer!
So, here we go with the next round… did your favorite stick? Did you lose a favorite?
Congrats to (in order of appearance in Round 2)…
CHIME, YA Sci Fi
A COMPLEX SOLUTION, YA Romantic Suspense
HELL’S PARADISE
RECIPE OF LOVE, Contemp Romance
AT FIRST BLUSH, Contemp Romance
KISMET, Rom Suspense
RED, YA Paranormal Romance
ONE LAST OBJECTION, Contemp Romance
LIFE RIGHT NOW, YA Rom Com/Chick Lit
BLINDFOLDED, Contemp Romance
BLESSED, Romance – Other
MIDNIGHT’S BALANCE, Paranormal Romance
CASANOVA EXPOSED, Contemp Romance
THE WESTERMAN AFFAIR, Non-Regency Historical Romance
UNTITLED #1, Paranormal Romance
UNCONTROLLED HOPE, Paranormal Romance
NINJA, Sci-fi Romance
HIS DARK TEMPTATION, Paranormal Romance
LOVE’S NO JOKE, Romance – other
HER HUSBAND’S MISTRESS, Non-Regency Historical Romance
AND THE TOP FIVE (in alphabetical order):
Chime
Hell’s Paradise
His Dark Temptation
Life Right Now
Untitled #1,
Round three entrants:
Reminder: Fill in the title and genre as your name, your email AND NO WEBSITE. Nothing that tells people who you are
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. I needed to do this.
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.
Micah forced a smile and tried to focus on the asinine questions from the interviewer.
Ghost had grown accustomed to the shadows.
Living in darkness had become a haven and a prison sentence. His job was to stop bad things before they happened to good people.
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.
Only instinct blocked my brothers’ familiar scents and the lightened tread of their boots on the hunt.
“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. She was gorgeous, but it was her water drenched eyes that stopped the flip answer I’d had ready.
“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.
For the first time in 300 years, I was struck speechless by a familiar…on her first day no less.
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.
Some of her clan, including a few she hunted with tonight, felt sympathy for these weak creatures—not Nyah.
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. No, not him.
If you have a name, you are not a ninja. If you have been seen, you are not a ninja. If people are aware of you…well, you get the idea.
Get your ass in here and make love to me.” Maggie fisted his polo and yanked him into her condo.
Her towel dropped to the floor and she squeaked as he cupped her ass, bare and silky against his palms.
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. Really, there should be halos of light above the people with whom he wanted to socialize so he could know them instantly in such a throng.
“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.
A female voice responded, hushed and sounding frightened, “I just… I think I just saw a man go into my neighbor’s window.”
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.
“Mom, Nicholas left his AK loaded again,” I said and set the weapon on the stainless steel counter.
“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. I feel the stares of strangers, but I’m only focused on finding the man whose photo was messaged to me only moments ago.
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.
Today, the Earth whispered, you are no longer alone; someone was coming up the mountain.
A meeting package bound in black spiral coils landed on the keyboard of Darryl’s laptop. Only one person possessed this kind of audacity. He looked up.
The brunette inching up to the Blackjack table had the perfect mix of resting bitch face, obscenely short skirt, and red patent leather “fuck me” heels. Basically catnip to Mara Antonini.
“Look at her.”
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. Normally she didn’t eavesdrop, but when juicy gossip paid the bills…
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.
And he had missed her.