Comments!!!

"im on chapter 20!! freakin sucked into this book.. only read on my breaks at work cause i have no time at home.. BUT i LOVE the characters the plot.. BRAVO mel."

60 Agent Rejections and STILL she makes it!

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First pass query for Damaged Goods (err, Off the Strip)

Abandoned by her father and forced to suffer through her mother's alcoholism and revolving door of men, seventeen year old Missy Clarke is left emotionally damaged. Already hanging by a thread, she witnesses her only friend, Damon, plunge off a bridge. Now, a year later, she's had enough of her broken past and sets out to make a new life for herself.

She soon learns that arriving in Las Vegas penniless and homeless isn't much better. Desperate, Missy is pulled into a world of teenage prostitution when she meets up with a 'family' of other homeless teens struggling to survive.

Is Missy capable of turning years of pain and disappointment into courage and leadership when her new family is kidnapped by a rival ring leader? 


Your thoughts???

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Damaged Goods: Prologue

Here's the new prologue for Damaged Goods... I feel so giddy about this one! Seriously excited every time I write in it... we're now at 67,000 words in this Chick Lit. Comments are always a plus!

PROLOGUE

Harden’s face is swollen with fury, anger seeping through the slits of his eyes – he wants to kill me. I can’t let him. I must live so they can live. My only chance are the two things in my hands – a gun and Annabelle’s throat.

Handed to me only moments ago, the gun will either save my life or end it. I’ve watched this scene play out too many times in the movies. One second the girl has the gun and control, the next it’s in the bad guys hands and she’s begging for her life. This is where Annabelle comes in.

“You don’t want to do this,” he says with arrogance. He’s right.

I take in a deep breath, drawing on what little strength I have left, and say, “Clearly you don’t know what the hell I want. If you did, my family would be here holding you fucking hostage. Do you hear what I’m saying?”

His stare doesn’t waver, forcing me to squeeze her neck tighter. Annabelle, continuing her struggle under me, pleads with her father, “Daddy, I don’t want to die. Please Daddy, give her what she wants.”

This apparently, convinces him. “Leave her alone.”

“Or what?” Annabelle gurgles with perfect timing. “Are you going to deliver them or not?” I demand.

He slumps his shoulders and the tightness of his eyes relax. His confidence evaporates with a soft exhale. The transformation of power is complete and I use my new position of strength and hiss, “I mean it. They’d better not have so much as a scratch or I’m going to fuck her up. It won’t make us even, but I’ll be satisfied.” Again, I tighten my grip. “Do you hear me, asshole?”

He lowers his head into his hands and whispers, “What is the right choice?”

In this moment, the most intense moment of my life, I remember Tim’s words on that fateful day, “It’s a choice.” It was a choice and it still is and I realize this is my new life. The one I’d been searching for, the one offering love, excitement, and acceptance. No, Harden will not win this battle. Again, I wrench her neck, tighter than before and more believable.

Damaged Goods, Chapter 1

"Ms. Clarke, are you listening to me?”

Huh? Ms. Clarke? I’m Ms. Clarke. Damn, did she ask me something? Okay, put the pencil down, raise your head and be calm, “Um, yes?”

“Ms. Clarke, did you hear the question you were asked? Or shall I repeat myself?”
Ah man, she’s really pissed. Why does this always happen to me?

“Umm,” the blank faces of the droids all staring in my direction, like the corner of this room is all of a sudden interesting. Not hardly. They’re staring not because they’re irritated with me for not paying attention, the way Mrs. McElroy is, but they’re waiting for me to blow it again. I swear the woman gets some sort of evil gratification whenever she can embarrass me. She is well aware that I have no desire to listen to her rant about the importance of dividing and factoring poly-whatever’s. Seriously! And I’m not the only one in here who feels this way. I am, however, the only idiot who can’t keep my head up, or focused enough, to avoid drawing her attention.

“Yes ma’am.” I finally squeak out.

“Yes, what?”

“Huh?” Am I confused? She asked me a question and I answered it. Did I miss something?
            Pointing her beak in my direction, she said, “I asked you if you heard the question or if I needed to repeat it. You said ‘yes’. So is that a ‘yes’ you heard the question? Or a ‘yes’ you need me to repeat it?”

“Oh. Um, yes I need you to repeat it.”

Okay, so she asked me a question and I answered it, so why is she turning red? I swear the woman looks like she is going to explode, which wouldn’t surprise me really since she is a mere five feet nothing and round as a peach, so her exploding might actually be kind of funny. I mean, really? This is math. It’s not like I’m ever going to use it once I leave high school. Sure, I’ll need to add and stuff like that, but anything more can totally be done on a calculator. So why is she so serious about it? Better yet, why is it even a required subject in school? It should be replaced with something useful like how to patch up the gnarly hole in my favorite jeans without making them look like hand-me-downs. Or how to deal when your best friend, since you were two, died when he was only sixteen? I mean really, Algebra? Yeah, I’m focused on that.