First Page: Teacher’s Guide to Wildlife, a Paranormal Romance
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NOTE: We are dropping query Saturday altogether and focusing on First Pages only. I spoke with some editors at RWA who read the blog and this is the feature that interests them the most. We have actually had one editor, from a major New York publishing house, ask for the information of the author of a First Page submission because the editor was interested in seeing more of the work. There are plenty of other places that people can get query help and this is a more unique service.
Readers, though, the way that I look at it is this: Would the hook itself interest you in reading the book. If yes, what interests you and if not, what would you change to make it more appealing?
"Show your tits! Show your tits!" The chant penetrated Faith’s head and she looked down at her camisole to make sure everything was covered. She straightened the light sweater she wore. It was unbuttoned, but she wasn’t bold enough go without a bra or covering. The shout grew louder and threatened to smash her two-rum-and-coke buzz; not for the first time this evening, she wondered what the hell she was doing here.
Here was Mardis Gras. No, not the hedonistic New Orleans blowout that preempted Lent, but a small town bar in New England that attracted a mixed crowd of frat boys and locals alike. The walls ran amok with posters of New Orleans, purple-gold-green neon, and gator heads while the servers brought beads with every drink. Out of place didn’t begin to describe her nervousness tonight and the only virtue of the bar was its proximity to her condo- one block. She let her best friend drag her here on a semi-regular basis, but this wasn’t the type of place she’d frequent by herself. After the chaos of the summer and her divorce, work, grocery store, and home were the only places that provided security.
Still, if she were home, she’d be eating microwave s’mores and halfway through the newest Nora Roberts’s paperback, not the best celebration of the end to another school week.
The crowd went crazy and Faith had a glimpse of twenty-one-year-old breasts- perky as she who
owned "em- before the woman was buried under an avalanche of beads and blocked by a couple of frat boys
taking a closer look. Lethe, Connecticut, hadn’t shaken its Puritan heritage in hundreds of years.
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