Double the Trouble - Two Books, Two Badass Broads
A mermaid on a mission and a country girl on a crusade. Two badass books that need to be launched into the world of readers.
Two Kickass Novels, Two Badass Women
Bree MacGowan; reporter for the small town rag The Royalton Star on a quest across America to save her brother's marriage, while Gunnar Ericson does his best to keep her from succeeding.
Clara Delmare, a woman born with fish scales, frees herself from her attention addicted stage mother to search for a missing friend, finds and releases a spirited teenager from a similar captivity to her own, and discovers the other half of her family on the way.
Both books are nearing completion but need funds for 1) story editing, 2) revisions, 3) copy editing and 4) much better covers than the ones I mocked up. August 23, edited to add - forgot to include producing the audio books. That is part of this Kickstarter too.
Want to know more about the stories? Read on:
Glimmer Girls. Born with scales, raised on land. Ocean or Earth? Which world will she choose? A paranormal romance.
Glimmer Girls is the story of Clara, a woman of two worlds, land and water. She must choose which world, which man, which life.
While the story is largely finished, this Kickstart will help me hire the professionals I need to fine tune, revise and launch e-book and paper back versions.
Here is the first page:
At twenty-four, tired of talk show hosts and gawking audiences, Clara DeLamare did what many self-respecting women did when faced with unwelcome attention. She left town. Which pissed her mother off to no end, but then what didn’t?
“You’re ruining my life!” Phyllis ran toward her down the platform shedding scarfs and attracting attention.
“You’ll be fine, mother, you really will.” Considering the settlement she’d wrangled when Clara was born, she’d be more than good. But try telling that to her wailing stage mother. Clara handed off her bicycle to the conductor, threw her backpack over her shoulder and pulled herself onto the passenger car. Camera’s flashed, the train started moving, and Phyllis collapsed on the cement. Clara ducked into a seat and pretended to have nothing to do with the performance at the station. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that show.
Unfortunately the facing seat wasn’t empty and a quick glance up the car as the train lurched into motion told her she wouldn’t be sitting alone on this train ride however much she didn’t want to make small talk. She pulled a book from her carry on to use as a shield while she sussed things out.
Sitting across from her was the most lacquered woman Clara’d ever seen. Her eyes fixed on Clara, a frown forming between her brows. She’s trying to remember where she’s seen me. Sorting back through her memories until, wait for it… bingo, she’s remembered.
She leaned into me. “You’re Clara Delamare, aren’t you? Was that your mother making a scene at the station?” The blonde’s tone was casual but tightly controlled.
“I’m afraid so. Which part did you like the most, the theatrical collapse at the edge of the platform or her hand reaching pleadingly after the departing train?” Clara raised an eyebrow and feigned mild interest. “Please excuse my rudeness, I wasn’t thinking. My name is Hyacinth Horne.” She reached over the table to offer Clara her hand. Hyacinth shook the very tips of her fingers, which made Clara feel vaguely uneasy. Liked she smelled bad or something.
“Your Mother seemed very upset.” Hyacinth smiled with what some people would take to be warm interest but Clara thought not.
“She leans toward hysterics when she’s trying to get what she wants. And she likes attention so the more public the venue the better,” Clara said, trying to calculate how much information she’d have to give this woman before she’d leave her alone. “I’m sorry if she distressed you.”
“Oh, I’m not distressed. But I assume your mother is. She didn’t get what she wanted this time, did she?” The blonde’s eyebrows lifted. “She’s at the station and you’re here on the train.”
Clara shrugged and closed her eyes, letting the rocking of the train lull her, hoping Hyacinth would take the hint.
(May need a different title as well as a cover!)
Bree MacGowan has troubles. It's bad enough she's on the run from the mob, but her brother's getting married and wants the family huppah (rumored to guarantee a lasting marriage) for his ceremony. Gunnar Ericson, still pissed-off from the negative publicity his first run-in with Bree got him, is pretty sure he can keep both Bree and the huppah from making the Wedding. In fact, he thinks he can keep her from attending any future family events as well.
Here's the beginning:
What is it about hearing your little brother is getting married that is so damn depressing? It’s not like I couldn’t get married if I wanted to. In the future. When I wasn’t being hunted like a dog. I should send myself a memo not to piss off anymore New York mob bosses.
The worst part was that Lock, my younger brother, wanted me to bring the hand-carved huppah my parents, grandparents and many great-grandparents before that had gotten married under. I scowled at the phone lying on my bed in Meg’s house. It was on speaker so I could fold clean laundry and pack while I talked.
“Lock, everything burned in the fire.” At least I could say fire without choking up. That had taken a while.
“The huppah wasn’t in the house, dummy, it’s in the barn. Look up stairs in the storeroom behind the hayloft.” Lock sounded good. Relaxed. Happy.
I sighed. “I’ll bring the huppah, but I don’t think I should be in the wedding, I’m supposed to be keeping a low profile.” Not only that, but I felt strange being maid of honor for a woman I had never met. Anyway getting that huppah from Vermont to California should fulfill any familial duty.
“That’s not my fault,” Lock was unmoving. “You’ve had several chances to meet Ella, and you blew it. Frankly B, it’s mean. You hurt her feelings.”
“Then why is she asking me to be her maid of honor? It would be so much easier if she would just snub me in return.” It was bad enough I was going to have to wear a stupid bride’s maid dress.
“Because she wants to include you, god knows why. I already told her she didn’t have to have you in the wedding. Now go find the huppah, pack it in the RV or gypsy caravan or whatever it is you’ll be driving across country.”
“Lock!” I threw my hands in the air and then thought it was probably good he couldn’t see me through the phone. To Paraphrase Professor Dumbledore, my trip was supposed to be a secret, so of course my entire family knew about it.
“Listen, I’m not above bribing the FBI, CIA and Homeland Security if it means getting you here in one piece. Suck it up, Bree, you are coming. And you’d better get here early enough to give Ella a shower.”
“Come on, Lock, give me a pass on this, will you. I’ll be a bridesmaid, but how the hell am I supposed to do the shower and all the other stuff the maid of honor is supposed to do? I can barely take care of myself, I can’t take care of Ella too. Plus somebody has to keep an eye on Stripes and Beans.”
“Steak and beans? What are you talking about?” He was probably giving the phone that look he normally reserved for me.
“Not steak, Stripes. Stripes the skunk and Beans the Chihuahua. I have to bring them with me.” I looked to where they were curled together in the rocking chair, Stripes slept, but Beans watched me with his ears pricked.
“You are not bringing a skunk to my wedding. I don’t care how cute the damn thing is.” His voice was amused, not angry, but then a skunk probably seem fairly normal when it came to me.
“He’s de-skunked. Your guests will love him.” I imagined the riotous stampede that would occur before the guests discovered he was a pet. “Never mind, I’ll leave them in the RV.”
“Damn straight you’ll leave them in the RV. I suppose you’ll be bringing your bodyguard to the party?”
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Risks and challenges
I believe the risks are fairly small. Something could happen to make it impossible for me to finish the revisions but in that case I'm sure I can find another author who would be willing to finish the revisions and work with the story, copy editors and approve the cover art.Learn about accountability on Kickstarter
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