Title: A Serpent in the Garden
Word Count: 60,000
Genre: YA Historical Mystery
Amid the grit and splendor of medieval Germany, an impetuous teenage noblewoman investigates a brutal murder.
When a young woman is killed near the abbey of St. Nicholas, fifteen-year-old Eva von Hirschburg is struck by similarities between the victim and her own dead mother. She vows to find the culprit and convinces peace-loving Brother Clement to help, but the two clash when Eva accuses a man Clement wants to protect.
As she hunts for evidence, Eva is courted by the charismatic Lord Friderich. Eva is drawn to Friderich’s wit and vitality, but fears he is only looking for an indiscretion. Worse, Friderich doesn't trust Clement and wants Eva to relinquish her obsession with the murdered woman.
Is Friderich trying to protect Eva, or is he trying to protect the murderer? Eva cannot capture the killer alone, but trusting the wrong person could prove deadly.
A SERPENT IN THE GARDEN is a medieval Veronica Mars with the lush, sexy feel of Anna Godberson's Luxe series.
No one prayed for my mother's soul. No one spoke of her. My uncle Baldric forbade it. But I refused to forget her. She died fifteen years ago when I was only a babe, but every morning, before the rest of the castle woke, I went to the chapel to plead for her soul.
Darkness filled the room, intensifying the smell of incense and the aching in my legs as I knelt on the stone floor. I recited the De Profundis, the Miserere, and the Requiem Aeternam, prayers suitable for someone suffering in Purgatory. I considered praying that my uncle Arnulf might finally drink himself to death, but I decided against it. I stood and walked out to the chapel garden.
On my right loomed the bergfried, a defensive tower and, in troubled times, a holding place for prisoners. On my left, the crenellated battlements of the south wall snapped at the sapphire sky. I shuddered, feeling like a mouse trapped in the jaws of a lion. Father Gregory would have reproached me for such ingratitude. Most ladies would count themselves lucky to have a guardian as wise and temperate as Baron Baldric, but I knew he kept me out of duty rather than love. And most ladies do not have to contend with an uncle as reckless and cruel as his brother, Baron Arnulf.
I walked toward the stone archway that led to the main courtyard. A ghostly voice cried out. “Judge thou, O Lord, them that wrong me.
Entry Nickname: Loving Logic
Title: Light in the Darkness
Word count: 78,000
Genre: Science Fiction
Mathematics? That she can do. And statistics? That's just applied mathematics. But nothing can prepare seventeen-year-old Celia Mayflower for emotions.
Celia knows the only way to advance is to be intelligent, industrious, and obedient. She does everything she’s supposed to do—until she witnesses a boy’s abduction by the very same people who make the rules.
Breaking form, she flees to the only place she can go—the perpetual blackness of the chemically-laden Woods—a lightless prison where all Celia’s logical inclinations mean little. The chemicals penetrate the darkness, allowing Celia to see more than just the criminals living there. She sees their emotions.
Now that emotions present themselves as colors, she doesn’t understand how to balance sense with sensibility. Emotions tell her to trust, while logic warns her against it. She falters and stumbles over her burgeoning love for a young man. She attaches herself with fierce protectiveness to a strange and lonely little girl. But then Celia discovers the young man isn’t who she expected, and the little girl also goes missing.
Celia might break. Or, she might do anything—anything—to get the girl back.
First 250 words:
My name is Celia Anne Mayflower, Society Personal Identification Number KSGU4973764H. I live at 49 Circle 7, Town 3. I attend School76, off Subway Station 4. I am seventeen years old. In July, on the same day I become eighteen, I will complete Education Course A as a Mathematics Major. I currently rank as the A Student for my class.
When I was six, I discovered the numbers in my Society PIN correspond with my personal information. When I was eleven, I wrote a computer program to search all PINs and personal information in the database to determine the number of people whose information also matches. Having done so, I can assure you this phenomenon occurs only to me. I calculated and discovered, to my everlasting annoyance, the probability that personal information matches Personal Identification Number is low. In fact, it’s so low that what I’d originally accounted to be pure chance is too low to actually be pure chance. There are only two potential reasons that this would happen. The first is that whoever created my Registry entry decided, for some unaccountable reason, to make my information match. The second is that it is pure chance and I’m obsessed.
Anything worth learning is worth learning well.
I’m finishing a short series of love novels when Mother walks into my room.
“What are you reading now?” Mother asks.
I hold up my reader so she can see the cover.