Son of a Pitch Entry: Cheater. Faker. Troublemaker

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Title: Cheater. Faker. Troublemaker
Category and Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Word Count: 80,000
Query:
When it comes to losing her virginity, seventeen-year-old Alex has every intention of waiting for “the one.” Problem is, she’s attracted to trouble. After a traumatic breakup leaves her emotionally scarred and therapy pushes her to a breaking point, Alex departs from her New Jersey hometown to stay with her cousin, Caleigh, in L.A. hoping to distance herself from boy trouble for the summer.Enter, Elias King, eighteen-year-old whirlwind with a reputation for tearing through girls and leaving a string of broken hearts behind. After barely surviving a tragic accident that resulted in the death of his girlfriend, Elias relies on drugs, alcohol, and sex to drown his pain.When Elias’s addictions nearly leave him homeless, his brother offers him a place to stay at his girlfriend Caleigh’s house, complete with a new roommate tailor-made to clean up his act. Alex and Elias find themselves sharing a space in Caleigh's tiny guest room, and their night-and-day personality differences set them on the warpath.Though the two try to deny their intense sexual attraction, a simple bet changes the game. Alex wagers she can keep him sober and one-night-stand free for the rest of the summer, while Elias bets he can steal her heart and seduce her in less than thirty days.
But if Elias loses, he has to spill the dark secret surrounding the death of his ex. If Alex fails, she has to reveal her virgin status to Elias. But she can't just tell him, she'll have to show him. CHEATER.FAKER.TROUBLEMAKER is a dual POV new adult contemporary novel complete at 80,000 words with series potential.



First 250 Words:


Dear Nobody,Today, I socked my therapist in the face. He didn't call the cops. Maybe he thinks I'm making progress. This journal is supposed to be a start—at least, that's what he says. But I hate doing what he says so I think I'll stop here.-Alex.

Okay, wait, that looks bad. I'll start over.
Dear Nobody,I'm not a violent person.Really.Ask anybody—except maybe my therapist because he'll probably tell you I'm lying. The thing is, Dr. Harris just had one of those punch-able faces—mousy, judgmental, portrait of a shrink who knew nothing about genuinely helping people, and everything about making things worse.Plus, he asked for it—literally.He said that if I was still angry at my situation I could let it out, so I did. He just wasn't expecting my way of coping to involve a fist and the bridge of his nose. People say you're not supposed to hit a girl, but there's no rule that says you can't pop a guy if you feel like it. And, I'd felt like it since he started our session."Do you still have romantic feelings towards your ex-boyfriend, Alex?"What do you think?"Do you blame yourself for the situation?"No comment."Have you forgiven him?"Are you joking?"Forgiveness is the first step towards—" and that's when I hit him.