Bouncer Post #36

Title: KISSING TITANS

Genre: YA urban fantasy

Word Count: 84,000

Query:

It’s Rhyan’s senior year and she’s the new girl. Again. For years she’s been friendless and alone in the isolating shadow of her mother’s rape and stepfather’s sudden death. Her world change when Rhyan lands her first boyfriend and an effervescent BFF who show Rhyan the beauty of living in the moment.

Rhyan’s fears that her new life is too good to be true are confirmed when her friends reveal they are immortals on a mission to right an evil wrong. She begins to question their sanity – and her own – until she discovers Ares, the decomposing remnant of the Greek god of war, is responsible for the violence that destroyed her family.

Vengeance is no longer a fantasy; it’s so real she can taste it when her own boyfriend attacks her leaving her for dead. Rhyan’s life is at an end when she is presented with a choice: accept a dangerous fate offering her the ability to save countless lives from Ares’ sick brand of desolation or finally escape her bleak reality to the peaceful eternity of the afterlife.

In the face of heartbreaking betrayal, after a lifetime of grief and loneliness, Rhyan must decide if vengeance, alone, is worth living for and if she’s willing to go through hell to make Ares pay.

First 250:

It’s not that I hate my mother, Katherine. Hate’s not the right word. I just can’t forgive her. I know I should but I can’t. She’s always giving me new reasons to hold a grudge. I should be furious with her for dragging me halfway across the country to middle-of-nowhere Montana. I was furious with her the last eleven times she forced me into a new town.

This is my twelfth move in nine years. Given that I’m seventeen that means I’ve moved at least once every year since the event when I was eight. I should feel something, anything, but I don’t. Maybe numb is normal.

In the hulking vastness of Montana, just outside of Yellowstone National Park, is a small town called Gardiner. Our new town.

The morning we arrived the sky was a horizontal rainbow of pastels dripping lazily towards the Earth like long pulls of saltwater taffy. The kind of taffy sold warm and chewy on the boardwalk of my last town. I knew I would miss the ocean just as I knew I would never miss the filthy fine sand that covers everything in Florida. Grass rarely grew in Florida and the stuff that did survive was broken glass painted greenish-brown.

“There it is Rhy. Home sweet home.” Katherine sighed longingly as our Subaru pulled up to what could only be described as a cabin.

“Are you serious? This is a LOG cabin.” I snapped. The whole thing could have been built with life size Lincoln Logs. The door, shutters and roof were bright green and made of tin.

“I know!” Katherine squealed. “I’ve always wanted to try rustic.” As if you can put on a place like an accessory.