Monday, October 28, 2013

Trick or Treat K11- FRACTURED

Title: Fractured
Category: Adult
Genre: Thriller
Word Count: 90,000

Pitch: While investigating the murders of a same gender couple, Detective Dani Parker, who suffers severe anxiety attacks, commits a rookie error and is fired. It's not until that moment that she realizes she will do anything to get her job back, including facing her fears and solving the case. However, what killed the couple isn't what it seems and when she finally discovers that it's a manmade bacterium; she will have to risk her family and her life to save a part of the community that most citizens would be happy if it completely disappeared.

Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why? I'd love to be Spidey, cuz he still manages to get his butt out there and do the right thing even though everyone and everything is conspiring against him.

Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)? Fractured is based on the 2010 scientific breakthrough of a manmade bacterium, Mycoplasma myocides. Not only did the scientists synthetically reproduce it, but they also altered the bacterium's gene mapping making it non-infectious.

First 250 Words: 
A half dozen flashing red and blue lights reflected off the windows of the UPS store and the Froyo Joint where you could order frozen yogurt without sugar, gluten, and diary. If Detective Dani Parker had to live life without those goodies, she'd stick her Sig Sauer into her mouth and pull the trigger. Eating a bullet would be far more preferable than eating cardboard for the rest of her natural days. Life was meant to be enjoyed and right now, she was in hell. Maybe a bowl of chocolate ice cream loaded with tons of marshmallows and pecans would help her slip out of freak show mode and back into normal, competent detective. Too bad, she didn't have time to swing by the grocery store.

She pulled her Kia Forte into a spot far away from the commotion, killed the engine, and lifted her hand. Crap on a cracker. It shook as if she were in the latter stages of Parkinson's. She took a deep breath and waited until the trembling decreased enough that no one but she would notice. She grabbed her crime scene kit from the back seat and took another calming breath before opening the door. It required an additional drawn out breath to place her foot on the ground and one more before she could completely abandon her safe haven. If anyone knew what it took for her to get out of her car, they'd hog tie her into a strait jacket and sign the certificate stating she was a nut job.

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