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Naomi in The Land Between

In the haunting days following her mother’s death, fourteen year old Naomi learns that her soul must leap from her body to guide her relu...

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Feedback


This week I have two friends reading through Naomi, The Land Between (Book One), providing me with suggestions on how to polish the book. Feedback is essential, when writing. It is difficult to see the flaws when you've been working for so long on something. Naomi popped into my head in April of 2016 and I decided to listen and record. Thirteen months later, I am polishing the piece and looking for an agent.

Thank you Elizabeth Fatica and Tanya Cook for reading through the novel for me! 

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Book Two in the Naomi Series

The second book in the Naomi series has just begun. The portals are open! What happens to The Land Between? What is fifteen year old Naomi's role? Does she have the powers she had in The Land Between?

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Introducing... Lucy and Jack



Below is an introduction to a new Middle Grade Series I am working on Lucy and Jack. The first book is A Summer of Pranks.

Intro

Lucy leaps into the air and tucks her knees to her chest. Her arms radiate round and round like propellers slicing the air. She is airborne. And then - gravity reaches up and grabs her. She hugs her knees and falls through the air. Ssppplllllaaashshshshshshsh! The water slaps her skin, and a wave of water rises around her. It curls slightly before it falls heavy on Betty and Jack.
Her brother, Jack, yells, “Whoooooa!” and clutches his belly. He laughs while rolling on the warm wet cement.
Betty, on the other hand, is not laughing.
Lucy's babysitter, Betty, sits seething on a beach towel draped over a lounge chair. Her dripping cell phone is perched at her ear. Pulling it away, she glares at Lucy. Her mouth is scrunched together, and her perfectly crimped blonde hair hangs - now, perfectly drenched. Tiny streaks of pink water bleed over her white bathing suit from her newly dyed highlights. Her face is red, and Lucy swears steam is rising from her nostrils. 
Slinking lower into the water, Lucy keeps one eye barely over the edge of the pool – watching. She can feel heat in her cheeks as they push her wide eyes into narrow slits. Her hand slips from the edge of the pool to block the bubble of laughter trying to escape. Lucy holds her breath and sinks to the bottom of the deep end.
Brandy Mello © 2017