Dear Writer’s Voice Coaches:
Before Tessa can confess her feelings to her long time crush, he beats her to the punch and confesses his love—for her best friend, Maria. Down the crush of her dreams and her stag wingman for prom, Tessa’s on the prowl to make it a night to remember, and for more than the humiliation. Desperate to not be the only dateless girl at the prom in Small Town USA, she asks the new guy. Sean hasn’t been in town long, and his inability to reliably dodge traffic makes him a dubious choice at best, but desperate times call for desperate dates.
To make matters awkward, Maria insists on double dating for the pre-prom dinner. But when a wizard mistakes Maria for Tessa and kidnaps Maria, things go from jealous to deadly before the cummerbunds hit the floor. The wizard thinks Maria is a powerful mage whose blood will help him conquer his world, but he’s got the wrong girl. His mistake won’t make Maria any less dead, and Tessa is not about to sit by while some whack-job villain from another dimension murders her best friend. As luck would have it, Sean knows how to get to the wizard’s home. Now Tessa’s going to jump down the rabbit hole to save her best friend or burn the wizard’s magical world to the ground trying.
But Sean might not be as helpful as Tessa hopes. He’s the wizard’s son, and Tessa is the one the wizard really wants.
PROM, MAGIC, AND OTHER MAN MADE DISASTERS is a standalone, YA low fantasy complete at 95,000 words told from the point of view of a sassy, Jewish girl.
First 250 words:
Without a doubt, the most dastardly piece of literature was the love letter. Something so light shouldn’t carry so much weight. My letter wasn’t ready, but who was I kidding? It wouldn’t matter how perfect the lettering was. Either there was a connection, or there wasn’t. He just had to have the same feelings. I’d been wearing nothing but skirts and cute sandals since March. And this wasn’t entirely out of the blue: Jason Garvie had kissed me.
As I made my way down the bleachers, he looked up at me. My heart jumped, and he smiled, a real, genuine smile.
I could die from relief. He did feel the same way. He was just playing it cool. He held his hand to the side of his head like a phone and mouthed the words, We need to talk.
Blood rushed in my ears drowning out everything, and my toe caught the edge of a seat. I stumbled to keep from falling. His cheeks dimpled as his smile deepened.
Hold it together, Tessa. Weeks of carefully keeping my hair perfect, and all of it was about to pay off. How could that smile be anything but hidden love? And just before prom too!
“Can we talk?” he asked when I was closer.
Sound casual, Tessa. You can do this. Cas-uuuu-aaall.
“Sure.” Oh crap, was that too casual. Damn it all, why was talking so littered with social pitfalls? “I mean yes. Talking would be good. Uh—here?”