I can’t believe I did it again. I entered another contest – and actually got in! This time it’s the amazing The Writer’s Voice contest held by Cupid of Cupid’s Literary Connection, Brenda Drake of Brenda Drake Writes, Monica B.W. of Love YA, and Krista Van Dolzer of Mother. Write. (Repeat.).
Those four amazing ladies will each be serving as coaches to a group of 10 writers, to help polish and perfect their openings, before a panel of judges/agents takes over and votes for their favorites. I can’t even tell you how honored I’ll be if I get chosen for any of these teams! It’s been a long road with Time Bound, and I’m only just now starting to query, so to know someone else believes in my MS too would be the best gift ever.
I’m sure everyone else feels the same way, so good luck to all the other entrants – I’ll be cheering for you!
Sixteen-year-old Holly Kimura expects her annual visit to her grandmother in Japan to be just another summer of boredom and sushi, until she meets local boy Tamashi. When he saves her from a gang of thugs at the market, Holly jumps at the chance to get closer to him, hoping to unearth his secrets, and maybe steal a kiss or two. Instead, she discovers his threadbare clothes and strange accent hide a secret that spans centuries. A secret that causes her world to collide with that of Izuko Fujita’s, a girl born over two hundred years ago with her own ties to Tamashi.
Izuko has spent her life dreaming of escape from her uncle Akio’s wicked temper and his horrific human experiments. After a brutal punishment at her uncle’s hands, Tamashi steps in and offers his help and his friendship – for a price.
Tamashi is a Time Dragon—the last of an ancient breed created to watch over Japan—trapped by Akio in the body of a seventeen-year-old boy.
Only the blood of a human woman and an ancient ritual can set him free, but as Akio grows closer to unlocking Tamashi’s power to rewrite Time, Tamashi finds himself growing more desperate for help. Now, two girls, two centuries apart, must help him stop the evil wizard from discovering the truth and completing his terrible vision for the past – because if they fail, there will be no future for any of them.
There was nothing quite like the smell of tuna to set the mood for a first date.
Holly stood at the edge of the farmer’s market and wrinkled her nose. Usually the scent of yuzu and fresh chestnuts spiced the air, but today was Wednesday. Fish day.
Not exactly the day she would have chosen to meet up with her crush, but evidently guys either didn’t mind the smell or didn’t pay attention to that sort of thing. She hitched up her ponytail and wrinkled her nose at the tables covered with ice and slimy octopus. Fish mouths gaped at her, full of razor sharp teeth, but it was nothing compared to the looks some of the stooped old vendors shot her. They gawked as she passed, their quick judgment of her easy to read in their drawn brows and cold eyes.
She was only half Japanese. An outsider. Though they were too polite to say anything, she knew what they were thinking. Hafu. Hapa. Half-breed. And now that she was back in Japan for another summer, she had to get used to the place all over again. It always felt so foreign, so alien to return, like stepping off a spinning merry-go-round and trying to stay upright. And the older she got, the longer she took to regain her balance.
“Buy a kimono!” one of the vendors shouted at her in Japanese. Holly shook her head and kept moving, skirting around tables full of cheap lacquer boxes for the tourists.