Bouncer Post #99

Title: WAITING FOR APRIL

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Word Count: 104,000

Query:

Seventeen-year-old April Fletcher is unaware she is living her twenty-first life.



April doesn’t know she has never survived to see her eighteenth birthday, nor does she realise that Scott Parker, her best friend, is actually her childhood sweetheart and fiancé from her very first life. Sadly, April is also oblivious to the fact that whenever she dies, Scott is rendered immortal until she returns to him in her next life and confesses her love.



Scott Parker knows. He also knows that this time, things have changed. April has denied her feelings for him, is dating someone else, and with her eighteenth birthday fast approaching, their friendship is falling apart. Scott fears that this may be his last chance to win her heart and save her life.


Unfortunately, what Scott Parker doesn’t know is that none of April's deaths were accidental. There is someone else out there whose immortality is dependent on his soul mate's death.

 
And that person is dead set on living forever.


With a love affair that spans centuries, a paranormal predicament my hero can’t explain, and a murder mystery my heroine doesn’t even remember being a part of, I’m hoping my young adult paranormal romance novel, WAITING FOR APRIL, will be just what you’re looking for.

Written from the perspectives of both Scott and April, and complete at 104,000 words, it would appeal to fans of THE TIME TRAVELER’S WIFE, by Audrey Niffenegger, and the movie THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT. 

First 250:

If I could sleep, I’d dream it was 1729 again, and I’d save April Anne Fletcher. Perhaps if I’d saved her that day, I wouldn’t have had to watch her die another nineteen times since.

But there was no going back. No way to change the past. All I had was the future, and the determination not to lose her again. So while others slept, I searched for answers, and each morning I stood at my bedroom window, casting my gaze across the immature rows of Henry Brice’s cornfields to where the Fletchers’ house stood. The moments between sunrise and the opening of April’s bedroom curtain were some of the longest of my life.

And I’ve had a long life.

Henry’s footfalls grew closer as he hobbled down the hall. They stopped at my door, only to be replaced by the short, raspy breaths of a man who’d left his prime behind him many years ago. “Is she awake, Scott?”

I didn’t tear my eyes from her window. “I don’t know.”

Henry, my dearest friend since World War Two, had watched April die four times since 1949. He loved her dearly, and for the past seventeen years he’d filled the shoes of a grandfather figure. He treated her like family, and mourned each of her deaths as a beloved friend. With his life drawing to an end, it was his wish to see us reunited before he died.

“Maybe she’s sleeping in. It is her first day of spring break.”