Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Friday, May 3, 2013

Dear Diary ... right?

Writers are the best people. Every single day, my heart soars because of the connection with and support from passionate people from all over the country—even the world.

You take off and fly in the same crazy world I live in; you understand my strange hang-ups. To you, it's not surprising that a chapter suddenly makes no sense even if I've had six CPs telling me it's okay, and the best editor in the world has put her stamp of approval on it.

Yep, to a writer you can admit that you're about to toss an entire chapter in the trash. With their gentle coaxing, you'll end up waiting until the morning. See, by then, it turns out the minor flaws you'd made noose-worthy can be ironed out, and what you wanted to trash your laptop over wasn't that big of a deal.

Oh, yes. Thank God for fellow writers.
Truckloads of love going out tonight to Leigh, the bestest and the first; Laura, the awesomest editor, Nichole, Virginia, Debra, and Samantha. You already know this, but I HEART you—and you're all always right.

xoxo
Sunniva

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Drop Dead Shimmer
- The 250 first words -





THE ACCIDENT
 GAIA
I’d been in the ditch for a while. Ever since the night blurred into silvers and reds and the minutes froze. Since Mark’s eyes widened from behind the steering wheel and the screech of collapsing metal killed our joy. The heat from the flames didn’t faze me, but I wondered why I was outside it when my friends were not. I was the only one who was cold.
Face down in the dirt, I couldn’t see the car wreck anymore. Behind me, voices yelled. Deafening soles slapped the ground as they ran toward me.
“Shush,” I whispered to nobody. Then, I saw him sitting there with his legs crisscrossed next to me in the grass. He owned the silence the way they should. So serene, so beautiful, so quiet. I wanted to laugh, but couldn’t, so instead I stared.
He was barefoot and his hair passed his shoulders in cascades of golden amber. Well-worn jeans hung off his hips, and against the backdrop of night, a white shirt flowed ghostlike to his waist. With head tilted and chin resting in his hands, he gazed at me curiously.
Does he have all the time in the world? I wondered.
The light he exuded was different from the shocking blue of the ambulances. His glimmering irises met mine, and in that moment the pain rushed in. Jolt after jolt of agony sped through my spine. I broke away and pressed my eyes shut.

QUERY
DROP DEAD SHIMMER



"Drop Dead Shimmer" is a sexually charged paranormal love triangle. Fans of the drive and unpredictability of “The Hunger Games” and the romance of “Twilight” will enjoy similar elements.

The the sensual competition between two brothers brings lightness to the passion and drama of the novel.

Life isn’t easy when your boyfriend’s an angel; your gal pal swears he's a demon, and your mother thinks he’s too old. Then, there’s his relaxed relationship with visibility—and his habit of breaking celestial rules.

Gaia, the sole survivor of a car crash, recalls the presence of an eerily beautiful stranger she now glimpses everywhere. Stubborn and passionate, Gaia doesn’t fight her growing obsession with him, but corners him when she spots him at a dance.

He calls himself Gabriel, claims to be her guardian angel—and loves her in an all too human way. By saving her life when she should have died, he has shattered unbreakable laws.

For a while, she relishes the insanity of being with Gabriel, but girls and angels aren’t meant to be. Submitting to pressure, to conventions of right and wrong, she asks him to stay invisible.

His gorgeous brother visits, blames Gaia for Gabriel’s pain—and turns her world upside down. He informs her that Gabriel will be erased because of his wayward behavior. Now, the only way to protect Gabriel is to reverse his actions at the collision site; for Gabriel to live, Gaia must die.

I seek publication for my Upper YA/NA Paranormal Romance novel, a stand-alone complete at 85,000 words.

I hold a Master's degree in languages, concentrations within literature and linguistics. For ten years, I taught at university level, before settling in as a graduate adviser at the Savannah College of Art and Design. 

Oh, and I live to write. ;)
Sunniva Dee