So my query and a sample of my novel, FLASH, have been entered into The Writer's Voice. My sample is below. Happy reading.:)

QUERY:

Here's the thing about life....

It's unpredictable. Unforgiving. And utterly lonely.

At least for seventeen-year-old Benjamin Doran, who was born with the cursed job as a final liaison.

His job was simple. In exchange for carrying out the dying's final will, Benjamin receives a glimpse of someone set to die before their time. Problem is - aside from the obvious – that people suck at listening when they're told they're going to die. To say his track record for saving people sucks is a joke. He has made barely a tire mark on his long road of flashes.

He's well aware he's turned into a sarcastic asshole because of his curse, but who wouldn't when his peers refer to him as the freaky kid from the Sixth Sense? He keeps strictly to himself until his newest flash shows the image of a girl who despises everything about him.

Aristene may not be much, but she's the first person to realize his sarcasm is purely a shell. So when his attempt to bait her with friendliness explodes, he realizes that Aristene has found his Achilles heel. And as she digs her way deeper into his life, she's the one Benjamin needs to be prepared to lose. Because with a track record of 78-2, he just might lose the one person who sees him as more than a freaky kid with a gift.

Written from the dual point of view of Benjamin and Aristene, my young adult paranormal novel, FLASH, is complete at 67,000 words.

FIRST 250

Benjamin strolled into Taylor Woods Nursing Home knowing somebody was going to die.
 
Popping an orange Tic Tac into his mouth, he nodded at the secretary and headed off towards the East wing. He didn’t need a guest pass. She knew who he was, and based on the raise of a single eyebrow, she was curious. He peeked back, wondering if she was watching to see which room he walked into. 
 
She was.

“Howdy, Ms. Gail,” Benjamin crooned as he walked through the door at the end of the hallway. In this wing, lunch was served on trays as all residents were no longer able to make it to the cafeteria. The floral and disinfectant smell of the nursing home was too strong for his nostrils to make out the menu.

Ms. Gail wasn’t speaking. Benjamin blew out the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. Had he expected her to stand up and dance at his arrival? Nobody did that, even if they didn’t know about his gift. Or curse, depending on the day.

Her bedroom was noisy, even though it was just the two of them. The respiratory machine hummed as it breathed in and out, an accordion-like thing moving up and down with the noise. To the right of Ms. Gail was the heart machine. The green lines weren’t moving up very far, if that meant anything at all. And the beeping noise that accompanied the rising green line took a break for a few seconds before repeating.