Genre: YA Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 80,000
Fiery, red-headed shifter Wren has no doubt of her purpose in life. She has trained for battle since childhood, expected to protect and uphold the older sister who will one day be queen of their alchemist clan. But her determination is rocked when a boy from the enemy clan sneaks into the shifter stronghold, and Wren begins to question everything she’s ever known.
Destined to fight, but bound in an unexpected way to the young man who will become the leader of the energy-wielding fallen angels, Wren finds herself torn. Cast out by her family for what can only be seen as base disloyalty, she takes shelter in the arms of the enemy. Despite the stereotypes and racism surrounding them, their cursed love grows. Wren and Ville discover the war that has raged between their clans for years is built on lies. The young lovers will give up everything to put an end to the war.Armed with alchemy, attitude, and a six-shooter, Wren sets out on a path of love, loss, and redemption that will change their world forever.
Fallen is a romantic fantasy, set in a steampunk world of alchemy and magic. It has crossover potential, with appeal to mature young adult an dadult audiences, and is complete at 80,000 words.
I cast a casual glance over my shoulder and drifted toward my freedom. My heart sped up as I set my drink on the buffet table in passing. I had almost reached my destination, a large tapestry hanging on the near wall, when someone touched my shoulder. A warm aura touched my own, strong, but not unpleasant. I halted and tried not to look guilty as I turned to see who had just ruined my escape. I found myself looking at a broad chest, covered in a white shirt and a grey silk vest. My gaze darted upward to meet the pale, crystal blue eyes of my captor.
I’d noticed the beautiful blond boy during the meeting- all of the girls had. Not only was he stunning, he was new. Every once in a while, one of our clan would come from the outlying lands to visit the capital. Attending meeting hall at the Big House was a big deal, kind of a rite of passage. I wasn’t in the mood for tourists today. I raised an eyebrow and tapped a booted toe, letting him see my impatience. If I didn’t get out of here soon, I would be trapped for the rest of the meeting. The refreshment break at the middle was my only opportunity to disappear.
Meeting hall, a social gathering and lecture that was part political vetting and part religious rite, was technically mandatory for my sister and I, thanks to our social standing. I glanced across the room to see Winona surrounded by people, most of them male. Her height made her tower over most of the other girls, and her bright, golden blond hair shone like a beacon. I pressed my lips together. No one would even notice I was missing.