Pitch Wars Alternate Showcase!!!

Alternate Showcase! The agent round for PITCH WARS brought to you by Brenda Drake is happening now over at the YAMisfits blog. Hop over there and follow them and view the agent round January 23-24 pitches. The talented panel of agented/published authors, industry interns, and editors have worked for over a month with their teammates to help get their pitches and manuscripts ready for some fabulous agents. To view the teams go here, and for a list of the awesome participating agents go here. ALTERNATES SHOWCASE! As a special reward for waiting in the wings, we are putting the alternates on a few host blogs and inviting agents to stop by and make requests. ALL AGENTS ARE WELCOMED TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS EVENT. Here are the blogs hosting the alternates’ pitches: Adult: Summer Heacock’s blog MIDDLE GRADE: Deanna Romito’s blog YOUNG ADULT: Brenda Drake’s blog  YOUNG ADULT: Kimberly P. Chase’s blog YOUNG ADULT: Monica B.W.’s blog  TWITTER PITCH PARTY! For those of you who didn’t make it into Pitch Wars, there will be a twitter pitch party on the hashtag #PitMad on January 25 from 8AM to 8PM EST. So get your twitter pitches ready and make sure to include the hashtag in your 140 character count. The rules are: be polite, any genre can be pitched, and pitch each time you see an agent on the hashtag (pitch continuously throughout the day). ALL AGENTS ARE WELCOMED TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS EVENT. Click the links below to view the pitches! Alt S-1 The Key to Eden Alt S-2 Free Agent Alt S-3 The Keystone Alt S-4 The Carthage Speaker’s Bureau Alt S-5 Purple Shadows Alt S-6 The Monkey Charm Alt S-7 Nice Girls Don’t Date Rock Stars Alt S-8 A Knight Unloved Alt S-9 For Sparta Alt S-10 Cipher Alt S-11 City of Magi Alt S-12 Ruby Over the Rainbow Alt S-13 Just a Little Sting Alt S-14 The Lunatic Fire Alt...

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Alt S-15 Going Home Again

NAME: Abby Cavenaugh MENTOR: Shelley Watters TITLE: GOING HOME AGAIN GENRE: Contemporary romance WORD COUNT: 82,000 PITCH: When Alyssa gets the chance to interview her high school crush, her dreams may finally come true. Unfortunately, the ring on his finger could put her name in the headline, not the byline. FIRST 250 WORDS: One Tuesday morning, I got a call I never expected. A call that, for the past twenty years, I may have secretly hoped for. A familiar voice buzzed over the loudspeaker on my phone. “Alyssa?” “Yes?” I replied, not looking away from my computer screen. Had Rebecca even started this piece about beach erosion? She usually procrastinated. I scribbled a note to myself to light a fire under her ass. “There’s a Mr. Johnson on line two for you. Says he has a great story for the magazine. He’s a talent agent from New York.” An annoyed sigh escaped my lips. “Thanks, Mary.” There was always an agent or producer trying to get us excited about some low-budget cheese ball TV series or movie being filmed down here in Wilmington, North Carolina. Since Dawson’s Creek, the floodgates had been opened for Wilmington and the surrounding beaches, like Wrightsville, where I worked. Thanks, Van Der Beek. I picked up my phone. “Wrightsville Magazine, Alyssa Jones speaking.” “Hi, Ms. Jones and how are you today?” answered a bright voice. “I’m just great and how are you?” Could we skip the pleasantries and get on with it? I work under deadlines, dude. I drummed my pen impatiently on my desktop. “Fabulous! My name is Greg Johnson. I’m with International Star Management out of New York City, and I have a terrific story idea for you.” “Oh, really?” I rolled my eyes but I’d perfected my professional voice and was...

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Alt S-14 The Lunatic Fire

NAME: Caitlin Nicoll MENTOR:Nazarea Andrews TITLE: The Lunatic Fire GENRE: Fantasy WORD COUNT: 123K PITCH: When the fire god plots to steal the earth goddess, his son vows to stop him at any cost, risking his own life to begin a seemingly endless war. FIRST 250 WORDS: The house was frigid, which meant Kazunari’s mother had arrived. He fished his shoes out of the tub, gasping at the icy water, and inched out the room, hoping to sneak back to his own room before he was noticed. He’d grown up in his father, the Shogun’s shadow, a man second only to the king, but it was his mother that frightened him. “Determined young boys never cease to amaze me.” The words were a breath of cold on his back. Kazunari stopped and cringed. He turned on his heels and bowed. “Mother,” he said. She stood behind him, impressively tall and graceful. Her white hair was in an intricate braided up-do, laced with blue and silver silk ribbons, white lace, and tiny platinum snowflakes that tinkled with each movement. Her white robe was studded with silver beads to mimic the falling of snow and glowed with an inner blue light like the snow at sunrise. A brooch was clasped between her breasts, her skin dusted with a pearlescent powder. Frost gathered around her, and climbed the walls. “Where is my youngest?” she asked, looking everywhere but at him. How she couldn’t hear the screams was a mystery. His brother Yaten was firmly planted at the top of the stairs, bawling his eyes out because despite his best efforts, he was still not allowed to go to the ball celebrating Kazunari’s engagement. Their father had told him he was far too young for such an...

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Alt S-13 Just a Little Sting

NAME: Carol Pavliska MENTOR: Summer Heacock TITLE: JUST A LITTLE STING GENRE: Adult Contemporary Romance WORD COUNT: 100,000 words PITCH: Wicked tattoos. Lightning-fast fingers. Cleo has fallen for musicians before, but never a synesthete who sees every sound he hears. She must convince Julian he’s not a freak who needs fame to deserve her love. FIRST 250: Julian could tell that Addie was nervous. He hoped it wasn’t because of him. “Sis, I’m not going to shag any of your friends, so don’t worry,” he said as they walked along the sidewalk. It was dusk, a hot and humid San Antonio summer evening, and Julian’s long-sleeved white shirt was already soaked through. He undid his cuffs and rolled them above his wrists, exposing the beginning of the dark tattoos that snaked up the length of his forearms. He should have worn a t-shirt, especially with Addie’s insistence on walking in this heat. Glancing up, he spotted the first star of the evening. Looking across the street, he spotted the first dealer. And the dealer had spotted him. The twitchy kid raised his eyebrows. Interested? Julian looked down at his black Converse high-tops and focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Addie marched along at his side, seemingly unaware of the young men and boys on the corners, slapping palms and hanging out. She didn’t notice the cars that slowed down to let off a passenger only to cruise the block and pick them up further down the street. Julian, however, felt the electrical currents of all the activity around them sizzle along every nerve of his body. He reached in his pocket for the comfort of his guitar picks. “I’m not worried about you jumping my friends, Juli,” Addie said. “They’re hardly your type, of course.”...

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Alt S-12 Ruby Over the Rainbow

NAME: Samantha Bohrman MENTOR: Summer Heacock TITLE: Ruby Over the Rainbow GENRE: Women’s Fiction WORD COUNT: 90,000 PITCH: Ruby embodies the American dream. She’s a debt-ridden lawyer, addicted to Idol and googling the statistical failure rate of condoms. When someone murders her only client, Ruby finds herself fighting crime … in maternity pants. SAMPLE: Ruby needed a handful of Ibuprofen and five or ten more hours of sleep. Or maybe just a time machine. She groped blindly in the direction of the nightstand for a bottle of something to kill the pain and knocked over – a box of rubbers, glow in the dark. Also in residence on the nightstand, a copy of the Economist and a Farmer’s Almanac. On the wall, a framed landscape she didn’t recognize, not John Cusack holding a Boom Box as she expected. The last thing she remembered from yesterday was speaking in front of the Zoning Commission. In that memory, she had been wearing her best approximation of a power suit while giving a local developer hell. Now, she felt like she’d just returned from a survivalist expedition in Death Valley. Her eyelids raked over her eyeballs like sandpaper. Had someone roofied her last night? She wasn’t the kind of girl who woke up in strange beds. The dog-eared copy of the Farmer’s Almanac and matching comforter and dust ruffle didn’t seem to fit the Frat Boy MO, but still. Before moving onto the awkward introduction and coffee (she prayed) that would come next, Ruby took inventory. Naked. Legs unshaven. Hair like the before shot in a Pantene commercial. Breath like a small animal had died in her mouth. It wasn’t good, but whoever was in the kitchen had already seen it all. Plus, she almost felt too shitty to care....

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