Nest Pitch JK1: WØLFF: RISE OF THE VALDYR
Category/Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance Word Count: 105,000 Pitch: Ages past, Odin created shape-shifting wolves to guard his enemy Fenrir. Now Fenrir’s escape looms, and Alpha wolf Erik must rely on a woman he wants but doesn’t trust or the Norse gods will die.
If the MC was an Easter egg...
Caramel - because I'm golden, baby. Excerpt: 300 words.
Leave it to Gina to kill her before she even got to the compound. Kristin sucked back air and grabbed the sides of her seat as the big, black SUV barreled toward them, horn blaring. Her foster-sister, long red nails flashing on the wheel, swerved left, throwing Kristin against the passenger door with a bang. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for her world to end for the second time in her life – tossing the gods a quick prayer for good measure. When the car slowed then came to an abrupt halt without the death blow she’d anticipated, she unclenched her teeth and took a deep breath. “I said ‘pull-over’, not ‘kill us now’.” Gina snorted as she cut the Mini’s engine. “Technicalities.” Opening her eyes to a bright, summer day and gorgeous mountain view, Kristin’s relief evaporated and she once again resisted the urge to curse. The Mini was parked sideways a foot away from a steep drop off – and no guard rail. Anxiety snaked through her belly and twisted it. “Not funny,” she muttered. “Consider it behavioral therapy. I’m helping you face your fears.” “Uh-huh. Cause that’s what you’re all about. The helping.” Gina stepped out of the car and sauntered to the edge of the cliff. Her gauzy, white skirt revealed shapely legs, and her crocheted, pink halter top exposed way too much boob. Although if Kristin had a rack like that she’d probably flaunt it, too. After glaring at her sister, she jutted her chin up and climbed from the car, her booted feet as far as possible from the edge as she side-stepped toward the hood. All the while telling herself her fear of cliffs wasn’t real. Below her, Wolf Ridge Industries, AKA the Valdyr compound, nestled in a wide, rocky valley. A thrill shot through her, and she released her breath with a loud ‘whoosh’.