There's a blogfest going around. Not that I'm involved, but I thought it was interesting. Post page 99 of your WIP and see if anyone would be interested in seeing more. And I thought - what do I have to lose? Nothing! So here's page 99 (with a little bit from page 100) from MEMORIES (tentative title, by the way). I'll only say this is a paranormal romance, and nothing more.
The gurney’s shaking took on a violent turn. With any luck, she would fall off.
“She’s seizing,” Danny said. “And look at her face.”
Oh, so that’s why she was moving. She was the cause.
The voices from the sidewalk became louder, but one word came out loud and clear. Vampire. Could it get any worse?
"Shit,” Garcia said.
Suddenly, she felt the gurney thrust forward. The light was gone. She stopped moving. The pain in her face and hands subsided, but she continued to moan. It was the only relief she had, and it wasn’t much at that. She risked opening her eyes and saw she was inside the ambulance.
Garcia climbed in after her and Danny shut the doors. Soon the engine started and the sirens blared to life. And they were on their way.
“I guess you don’t like the sun, which seems kind of funny since your name is Sunshine,” Garcia said.
Yeah, it’s a riot. Can’t you see me laughing? Different parts of her body hurt differently. Her arms and legs ached with the need to move. Her hands and face were stinging, as if they were badly burned. And her stomach tightened with each stabbing pain. All she wanted to do was curl up into a little ball, but she didn’t even have that in her.
The sound of drawers opening and closing drew her attention back to the paramedic. He pulled her sleeve up and swabbed her arm. Next, a pin pricked her skin. What was he doing? He taped a needle to her arm and attached a bag filled with a clear liquid. He then looked into her eyes, flashing that damn light again. What, she wasn’t blinded enough by the sun?
“You know, they’re saying you’re some kind of vampire. Sharp teeth. Burn in the sun.” He stared down at her and seemed to examine her face. His fingers lightly touched her cheeks and forehead. “But I wouldn’t listen to them. They seem to forget that vampires are dead during the day. You’re in shock, but you’re not dead. And I can see you’re hurting.” He patted her shoulder. “We’ll get you to the hospital soon.”
Oh great. If people were talking about vampires, what was to stop a journalist from using that as a headline? She could see it now: “Pittsburgh Invaded by Vampires.” Oh crapola. Jack was so going to kill her.
So, did you want to read more? Did you want to go back to the beginning? I'm really curious!