Since I am ever optimistic, on the off chance an agent does come and visit my blog I am putting my logline, query and the first 200 of Warder right here for
everyone them to see. Okay, it is everyone who stops by, but I am *hoping* for an agent to be in that small pack.
Contemporary Fantasy Romance (Adult)
35 word logline:
Mona needs to help her bespelled and pregnant friend, and avoid henchmen sent after them, not to deal with her unwanted mate. Worse, he’s a shifter trained in protection and she’s an Elf who isn’t.
Three sentence pitch:
Working furiously trying to protect her friends from magical death traps Mona decides to track down the spellcaster, although it’s something she’s been told she, as an elf, shouldn’t do. Cart’s trained to track down the evildoer, but he’s a shifter and her mate, so his help comes at a cost she’s not sure she’s willing to pay. When it’s clear that only together can they defeat the mage, Mona needs to choose between her freedom or more people dying.
Someone is setting death-spells targeting mortals and elf blood alike. With her mentor out of commission, it’s up to half-trained Warder Mona Lisa Kubrek to stop the magic. Despite being told repeatedly her job is to nullify spells and not go after the source, too many people are at risk for her to not track the spell-caster down. Even meeting a sexy half-elf shifter who may well be her mate won’t distract her from her goal.
Except Cart Dupree, called in by a high-ranking elf, is fully trained and has the team to search for the evildoer, so she’d be stupid to not use his expertise. Stupid is something she can’t afford to be, not with her enemy’s henchmen after her, and now Cart. Later she’ll deal with Cart and his questions about her special abilities and the non-standard training her mentor has given her. Right now, they need to unravel where the magician is, and who he is, in order to stop turn the tide of death before it bathes them all in red. First, though, they need to stay alive.
Warder is a stand alone novel with series potential.
First 200 Words:
Her head bowed to the winter wind, Mona strode across the parking lot to the mall, concern and curiosity now verging on dread about Raine. Since the frantic call from her normally unflappable friend successively worse scenarios flitted through her mind. Had she been mugged? Hurt? Detained by mall security? Why?
The wind slid under her collar and raised goosebumps along her back. Fuck-a-duck it was cold! Days like this she couldn’t wait to finish her training and get out of Buffalo.
Avoiding the revolving door and the panic inducing, trapped feeling she’d get from being neither in nor out, she yanked open the side door. Quirks, all elves had them, she knew she simply had a few more than most. Growing up outside the Folk enclaves where she might have learned about magic a lot earlier hadn’t helped.
Thankful to be out of the frigid temperatures, Mona looked around, expecting to see the management office since she’d been told to use this entrance. Instead she espied Raine on a bench at the far end of the hall. Mona was relieved for split second until she took in her normally tidy friend’s unkempt, and unwashed, appearance.