The Crimson Hunt

The title sounds awesome, doesn’t it?  It’s not mine, though.  Victoria Smith just got signed by Curiosity Quills.     She is also holding a contest!  Scroll down to the bottom for contest info.

This is what her book is about:
Life for college junior Ariel Richmond is boring—and she likes it that way.  She’s got the perfect slightly vulgar best friend and a promising future as a successful artist as long as she can keep her arch nemesis, the “clacking beast in heels,” at bay long enough to stay at the head of her art classes.  This dull life is the product of years of hard work, but a run in with Luca Grinaldi, a new coed at Eastland-U, leads her to a place where nothing is boring. 
Luca’s near-glowing greenish gray eyes and downright ridiculous good looks have Ariel seriously questioning if he moonlights as a GQ model between term paper due dates.  Ariel can’t help but fall for his charm and chivalry.  I mean, who wouldn’t fall for a guy that can save a cuddly baby deer in peril before breakfast time?  But Ariel’s whirlwind romance with Luca lands her at the heart of a murder, one in which she has become the main suspect when an act of revenge leaves her caught in the crossfire.  Luca is the only one who truly knows of her innocence and Ariel has no choice but to trust him for her safety and protection.  But with that trust comes a dark secret of otherworldly proportions, one in which Luca is willing to sacrifice members of humanity to protect those involved.  Ariel must choose her allies wisely, because ignorance of the truth may not only just result in the loss of her simplicity, but the extinction of many.
The First 500 Words of The Crimson Hunt
“Hey, loser, would you keep it steady on your end?” Piper said through clenched teeth.  “You’re wobbling more than a frat boy after last call.” 
I looked around my edge of the couch with incredulous eyes, unable to believe her nerve.  I was the one shouldering most of the weight.  “Well, maybe if you put out that frickin’ cigarette and gave me some help—”
“Hey, easy with the attitude.”  She continued to speak out of the side of her mouth, the smoke cloud curling from her lips.  “You should be kissing my feet right now.  If not for me, we would have paid twice the amount he was asking for this damn thing.”  Her grin was smug as she puffed on her cigarette or as she liked to call them “ciggies.”  One week-long excursion in Europe last spring break that almost resulted in an arrest involving a monkey and a pretty wigged-out local, and the girl thought she was “cultured.”   
I waved my hand in front of me, deflecting the vile fumes.  “You aren’t going to make a habit of smoking those things in the house, right?”  After two long years of putting up with people sneaking smokes in the dorms, it would be nice to finally have an option of whether or not I would die of secondhand smoke.
Piper whipped around her firecracker red bob as if I just asked her to give me her soul for safekeeping.  “So we’re establishing house rules, now, are we?  How about this?” She set down her end of the couch, forcing me to drop mine as she made a sloppy scout’s honor sign with her fingers – as if I’d ever believe she’d been a Girl Scout.  “I promise not to smoke in the house, if you promise not to have a stick up your ass the entire time we’re living together.” 
The girl really was as sweet as sugar.  “Well, since we’re creating terms, how about you abide by one of my own?  I promise not to have a stick up my ass, if you promise not to bring a new guy into the house every other night . . .  or if you so choose to do so, at least grant me the common courtesy of playing your music loud enough so I don’t have to listen to all the moaning and groaning.”  I held out my hand for her to shake.  She wasn’t the only one who was good at this game.
She propped her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, looking to the sky while she considered my terms.  “Touché, my friend.  You got yourself a deal.”  She shook my hand with a smile.
I didn’t know how we did it, but we managed to get the blasted thing all the way up our creaky splintered front stoop and into the living room without killing ourselves.  And we managed to save the fifty bucks it would have cost to hire a moving service, although I suspected the only reason Piper suggested calling movers was so she could sit in a lawn chair in her bikini and sip lemonade, while oggling their asses.  
Now…for the giveaway.  Visit Victoria’s site and enter her contest!

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Victoria Smith
    Jul 06, 2012 @ 22:21:04

    Tonya you’re so awesome! Thanks for spreading the word about the giveaway. I just added extra entries for this on the rafflecopter so head back over to the blog and get more 😉 How’s your piece going? You should email me updates. I hope my feedback helped!


    • tonyakerrigan
      Jul 06, 2012 @ 22:36:37

      It helped a lot, thank you! I actually went with my original idea (the beginning that you liked) and sent out my three chapters and synopsis. Now I’m working on cleaning up the rest of the book.


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