I’ve been teasing y’all the past couple Sundays with lines from the manuscript I’m querying–it’s a weird YA mutt of soft horror, paranormal romance, Southern ghost story, historical fiction, and a small thread of LGBT. (Can I just call it YA Southern Gothic/Grotesque?)
Anyway, Dylanie’s broken the rules at Oakleigh House by going out on her room’s balcony at night. She’s heard a man calling her name, and last week someone or something brushed her cheek, lulling her into a dreamy state (not something our punky tomboy is used to at all).
“No–ouch!” For the second time today, I smack my head on part of a window. “Who the hell are you and what do you want? God, you almost had me there.”
He chuckles. “Oh, I intend to.”
Mmmm, confidence is sexy. Next week, I promise you’ll find out who “he” is.
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