Nest Pitch JK7: UNDER THE YELLOW ROSE
Category/Genre: NA/ Romantic Ghost Story
Word Count: 104,000
Free spirited twenty-three year old single parent nurse meets sexy thirty-two year old history professor. Professor rents his spacious Victorian house to her. Unfortunately, it is still occupied by the spirit of his deceased mother.
If the MC was an Easter egg…
Jemma would be green-apple flavored, though sweet like an apple she will kick if provoked!
Excerpt: 300 words.
As the sun slid beneath the horizon turning the page on another day, Jemma Hollister nudged her rust-speckled Volvo into its usual parking space at Dreamhaven Nursing Home. Holding her breath, she reached down and shut off the ignition. The cantankerous old car sputtered and shook, but the engine kept on running.
“Come on bitch! Die already!” Jemma hissed, slamming her fist into the dash.
The car emitted a long unhealthy sounding wheeze then finally gave up the fight.
“Damn girl! Remind me to stay out of your way tonight!” Remarked a familiar voice outside her window.
Jemma looked up to see a tall, gangly, black man smiling down at her.
“Hey Martin!” She hailed, grinning up at him sheepishly. “Wanna buy a car?”
Martin took a step back pretending to assess the vehicle in question. What used to be pearly white was now a sickly shade of yellow and the driver side mirror was secured with a bumpy wad of duct tape. All four tires were maypops (may pop at any time), and the once luxurious upholstery was stained and threadbare.
“Just kidding,” Jemma smirked. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” Then after hauling herself and her overstuffed nursing bag out of the car, she attempted to shut the door. At first, it closed like any other car door, then with a tiny squeak of protest it fell ajar.
“Damn it Agnes!” Jemma cursed. “I don’t need any more shit from you tonight!” Lifting one leg, she forcefully kicked the door back into place. When she turned back around, Martin was holding his hands up and inching away. “Sorry,” she sighed. “I didn’t get any sleep again today.”
“Understandable,” he replied lowering his hands. “So who’s this Agnes chick anyway?”
“Oh,” that’s just what Kenzie calls it,” Jemma explained, gesturing to the car.