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Penelope on Paper<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

An 89,000 word Upmarket Women\u2019s Fiction novel about sisterhood, love, and the importance of the stories we tell ourselves and each other. When Penelope Adams reluctantly enters a Romance-writing competition with her sister\u2019s fianc\u00e9, she must reckon with her past to find her voice\u2014or risk losing it forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Currently seeking representation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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For twenty-five-year-old Penelope Adams, a good day begins and ends with a glass of liquor, the long hours between filled with mind-numbing carpet-cleaning\u2014anything to keep her from thinking about the life she\u2019d almost had. But all that changes when she loses her job and discovers her sister Ruby is engaged to Raymond Longbourn, the very man who brought her life to shambles. In a fit of desperation (or inspiration?), she agrees to enter a team-romance-writing competition with him, in hopes of appeasing her sister and winning the much-needed cash prize. But when she suspects one of the judges is none other than she and Ray\u2019s old Creative Writing professor, the world-renowned author Benjamin Charleston, she must confront years of buried trauma in order to discover her voice, take authorship of her life, and accept the love she deserves.<\/p>\n<\/details>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Back Again<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

A Speculative Romance novel about the strangeness of love amidst the normalization of catastrophe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Miracle Ramirez\u2019s re-release party for her world-famous memoir\u2014My Perfect Marriage<\/em>\u2014is only ten days away. Which wouldn\u2019t be a problem, except that she still needs to write her speech, her husband wants a divorce, and, damn it, the zombie apocalypse just started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Currently in development.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cI want a divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The air left her chest, like he\u2019d yanked the oxygen from her throat. His eyes raked over her again, his expression full of disgust and aberration. It knocked the breath out from her. Heat flooded her cheeks. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs this about the re-release party?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re doing this to humiliate me, aren\u2019t you? You\u2019re gonna make me go alone. I can\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you kidding me? Wow, Meer. Just\u2014wow. You don\u2019t care if we\u2019re married so long as we look<\/em>\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The glass of their back door shattered, and a Zombie collapsed on the kitchen tile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Miracle screamed; Flynn leapt back. Together, they stared at the wretched form. A piece of the glass protruded from between the body\u2019s shoulder blades. The body must\u2019ve belonged to a man once, but now it was all bones and torn, sagging skin. For a moment it lay still, but then the shoulders contorted, the elbows bending inward. As if trying to swim against the ground, its wrists slammed against the linoleum and dragged the rest of its body forward. When it lifted its head, the neck extended too far upward. Its left cheek appeared charred and sunken; fuzzes of blue mold grew along the cheekbone. The right side of its face swelled with pus. The eyes, all gray, radiated hunger. It opened its mouth into a perverted travesty of a smile, the gums dark black and bright red.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You didn’t get the doors reinforced?” Flynn said, finally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I called, but no one answered. And then\u2026 I guess I forgot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You forgot<\/em>? You heard that Zombies have popped up in several cities across the country and you just forgot<\/em> to get the doors reinforced?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If you were so worried, you should’ve called! I don’t know why you’re putting this all on me!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You\u2019re always home! I figured you had ample time to make calls.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well I\u2019m sorry that Zombie-proofing our house wasn\u2019t my first priority! I thought this would\u2019ve been like the aliens last summer. We spent all that money and time securing our bedroom ceiling\u2014and for what? For nothing.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cClearly, it pays to be cautious!\u201d Flynn yelled, pointing at the Zombie. Suddenly the two of them remembered that there was an actual<\/em> Zombie on their kitchen floor, dragging itself dangerously closer by the second.<\/p>\n<\/details>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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