Age Category: Young Adult
Word Count: 81,000
Pitch: A sly black-market trader with the ability of creating bottled emotions embarks on a spy mission in the jungle with the arrogant cadet who arrested her for selling euphoria.
First 250 Words:
The thick string of dark red fury slips out of my fingertips in quick waves. The flame inside the oil lamp next to me flickers, its light glimmering in the rope of emotion snaking inside the bottle. Pure perfection. The fat streak fills the tiny vial in seconds, and I slide my finger over to the next one before it overflows.
A knock on the door interrupts me, and I set aside the vials before answering. The wind of the sea lightly strokes my skin, and a stray dog’s barking breaks the silence of the evening. Niol stands on the doorstep, his white shirt contrasting nicely with his rich brown skin.
“I’m almost done,” I say, leaving the door open for him and going back to cork the bottles. “How many orders for today?”
He snakes his arms around me from behind, his fingers gently brushing the sides of my hips. “Oh, Kia, always business.” Spinning me around, he unties the tidy bun sitting atop my head and runs his fingers through my loose hair. “Relax a little.”
“I don’t have time to relax.” I brush him away, turning back to my working station. He follows me right away.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” He strokes my naked arms, sending shivers down my spine. My olive skin looks almost pale compared to his. He cups my face between his palms. “Look at these warm eyes. One would actually think you have a heart.”