Entry nickname: A Dark Charade
Word Count: 89,000
Genre: YA Thriller
When an identical twin becomes the victim of a serial killer, the surviving sister must find who did it before she’s next on his list.
For all their differences, Mia and Ava are entwined together with an inner bond forged by loyalty and love. Ava will do anything for Mia, so when Mia is too sick to attend the Homecoming dance and claim her crown Ava steps in. The sisters have traded places for years, but this time tragedy strikes and Mia is the one home when a killer comes for Ava. Lost in grief and the suspicion she was the intended target, Ava doesn’t reveal her true identity. When other girls show up dead, it becomes clear a serial killer is stalking girls just like her.
Ava is determined to put a stop to the murders and find justice for her sister, even if it means pretending to be Mia. Finding love isn’t part of the plan, but she’s drawn to enigmatic Finn despite her better judgment. Soon she’s caught in a tangle of lies with a sneaking suspicion: she's not the only one with a secret. And the very boy she's been kissing could be plotting to kill her next.
My sister used to read the end of a book before she even looked at the first page. She hated not knowing how something would finish. To me, the beginning was the best part, the unknown potential of something new.
I trailed my fingers along the rough edges of lockers, shadows threatening to overtake me. Voices thundered and whispered all around, everyone in their insular bubbles. Everyone else’s lives had returned to normal. But how could I care about cheerleading and parties – or school at all – without her?
I pretended. I tried.
I attempted to live her life and tossed mine aside; I owed it to her.
The little things screwed with you the most. A favorite song, strawberry-flavored lip-gloss, the smell of gardenia shampoo. Even though it was necessary to perfect my cover, the combination of it all threatened to overwhelm me. I nearly walked right past Bunky, his shouts barely breaching the haze of my memories.
“Mia!” He leaned out the passenger window of a yellow jeep, waving me over, his face a cross between trying to act cool, and happy to see me.
“Hey.” I switched directions, not noticing Finn in the driver’s seat until the last minute.
“We’re going to the beach. You want to tag along?”
“I need to study,” I said, memories still tangling with my concentration.
I realized my mistake as soon as I saw Bunky’s mouth drop open. “Since when do you care about studying?”
Title: Lost Inside Her
Entry Nickname: Meet Me at Lake Nevaeh
Word Count: 71,000
Genre: YA Thriller
To seventeen-year-old Violet, Gabby is a lifelong friend. To her doctors and parents, she’s a dual personality disorder to be treated with meds and therapy. Now, Gabby is making Violet physically sick. In a plea for help, Gabby convinces Violet to stop her meds.
Violet is secretly struggling with med withdrawal the day she meets Neil. Normally, she shies away from classmates, but Neil’s down-to-earth, gentle nature draws her closer. When he takes her to sacred Indian land, the purple field is straight from her recurring dreams. And when she tells him the friend in her head is in trouble, he’s the first to believe her.
Gabby doesn't trust Neil. She rebels, sending Violet to the hospital for blackouts and bruises. Now, they want to put Violet away. Feeling betrayed by everyone, Violet trusts Neil, who knows someone with the power to help her.
At Neil’s reservation, his shaman grandfather performs an Ojibwe ritual around the medicine wheel of life. In a trance, Violet enters a human cell to witness the entangled electrons that connect her body’s cells to another person, a real person. To Gabrielle. It explains her blackouts and bruises—they’re really Gabrielle’s. And Gabrielle is in trouble. If Violet can’t save her, she not only jeopardizes her own safety, she risks losing her lifelong friend and the first guy who ever believed in her.
Three days since I’d secretly quit taking my meds. Or was it four? This might rank as the stupidest thing I’d ever done. Huddled in the back seat of Dad’s SUV, I forced my eyes open. Swirling gray clouds dumped more rain onto the street, already flooded from a week of late-September storms.
That spot where Gabby lived in my head was empty. For now, anyway. After all her drama, insisting I “stop the drugs,” she hadn’t even popped in since I’d quit. Maybe it was better that way. Because just thinking about how weird she’d been acting lately made me sweat all over. I didn’t even know my best friend anymore. I stared out the window, my tears blurring with the falling rain. I almost wished she’d never visit me again.
A gust whipped fat drops against the windshield, forcing Dad to slow down and lean forward. We crawled through the downpour and turned into the mini mart’s lot. While Dad ran in for our drinks, Mom flipped down the visor’s mirror and smeared on blood-red lipstick. She saw me looking at her. “You still mad at me?”
“I was just tired, okay? I didn’t mean to yell.” I’d swear she was more concerned about being yelled at than why I was so upset when she woke me for church. I’d barely slept all night, and I really wanted to tell her why. Tell Dad. Tell someone.
Gabby’s mantra echoed: Keep it inside, where it’s safe with me and you.