Trick or Treat #B3 – FOREVER YOURS

Title: FOREVER YOURS
Category: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Word Count: 85,000

Pitch:

After her fiancée went off to war and never returned, School Principal,  Kat Chavis, never intended on dating again, much less another man in uniform. After his wife left him and his son without a second look back, single father Marine, Micah Peterson doesn’t plan on trusting his heart, or his son’s, to anyone else. Then plans change when Micah’s meddling eight-year-old son and a ghost from both Kat and Micah’s past takes matters of the heart into their own hands.

Question 1: In your MC’s voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why?

I relate to She-Ra, Princess of Power most because I’m trying to save the world one troubled child and one wounded hero at a time.

Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)?

FOREVER YOURS is a tasty treat because it is the story of two people determined to never risk their heart at love again, who are brought together by one adorable eight-year-old genius and the ghost of a soldier.

First 250 words:

The school hummed quietly as Kat walked through the shadowed hallways. She always arrived an hour earlier than everyone else on the first day of school. For another nine months, it wouldn’t be this quiet again. There would be laughter and tears bouncing between the walls.

Honestly, she loved the sound more than the quiet, but part of her wasn’t ready for the new year. This would be her third year as Seaside Elementary’s principal, and her last if the school’s image didn’t improve. People didn’t want to send their kid to the “scary” school, where kids got beat up and fifth graders begged their parents to drop out of school.

Those had only been media exaggerations. The child hadn’t really wanted to drop out. He’d just been upset. In fact, he’d ended the year with all A’s, not that the newspaper had printed that detail. Good news didn’t sell. A too-young principal with a tragic past was what sold. And for the life of her, Kat didn’t know who was responsible for leaking the lack luster details of her life to those who could exaggerate it.

A long creak came from the end of the Sand Fiddler’s hallway. Kat started in that direction. She wasn’t scared of the Seaside ghost anymore. Not that she believed in him. She didn’t.

Not much.

“Hey, Buddy,” she called as her heels clicked along the freshly waxed floors. “The kids are coming back today. Get ready.”