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ALT Agents Guide to: Avarice's Wake Adult Dystopian Romance Queer Polyamorous Open Door 112k
ALT Pitch: Aethryn is a capitalist hellscape where love is a ledger item in constant appraisal. When Soren of LowerCity develops a mutation at fourteen that makes his freckles from overwhelming emotion, his family's choice to love him instead of kicking him out costs them their lives. Alone in the slums, Soren is desperate for change and a chance to be loved again. At twenty, he thinks he's found it after meeting the enigmatic Kieran Voss, a wealthy bodyguard from UpperCity. But Kieran's love comes attached to Amos Rhyne—a politician and Kieran's boyfriend of six years—and requires Soren to move into a home with them both. Between his love for Kieran, the hateful attraction he has for Amos, and the cutthroat social world of the elite, Soren's struggle to keep love from being a ledger item threatens to condemn all three of them to the same fate as his family.
ALT For Readers who Love: Tropes: Rivals to lovers, Polyamorous Relationships, Forced Proximity, A protaganist who bites, Fake Dating, Queer POC Representation Comps: The Mars House(Hated Underclass, Transactional Relationship, Poor x Elite, but make it cost something.) AMC's IWTV: Love Outweighing Sense, Complicated Love Interests, Sensual and Dangerous Docile: Capitalist Dystopia, Consent Centered, Love-Starved Lead
ALT Excerpt: Soren shifted on the bench, the sky dark with brightly lit towers that dotted the horizon. “If it’s been so long, and serious, why be open?” Amos raised an eyebrow. “Nobody is monogamous. At least not up here. Partners are like favors. Traded. Shared. Coveted.” “Coveted, yet you’re letting me stay and be with Kieran.” “Letting is a strong word. It doesn’t matter if I like it or not. I’m his partner, not his jailor.” Soren sighed. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear. “Kieran said a similar thing, y’know.” “That he’s not my jailor?” “That he doesn’t like to share.” It was a thin jab, caught in purple eyes framed by dark lashes as Amos smiled beautifully. “Neither of us like to share. And yet, here you are.”
ALT The first page of a pitch deck. A neon pink art deco border pulls words out of a romantic starry space background. This border and background repeat over the following images. The title page reads in art deco gold and neon pink: An editor's guide to -- Always Get In a Spaceship With a Scoundrel -- A Sci-fi Romance by Ellie Rhymer. Representation Christi Cardenas.
ALT Romantic pink and sci-fi neon and stars: Pitch. Good heists. Bad Decisions. Great Chemistry. Anora is the quick-thinking manager of an illegal casino, fleeing the assassination of her gang's boss with the hyperspace treasure maps thrust into her hands as he died. Jayro is a mouthy interstellar smuggler from the wrong side of the hyperspace lane with the only ship that can get Anora off Hecate IV before the emperor's relic-hunting space witches close a net around the planet. The two bad-at-feelings bisexuals try to tamp down simmering, inconvenient attraction as they are forced to work together with the scrappy, tight-knit crew of the Helle Wanderer to survive in the criminal underworld and discover the secret at the end of the dangerous maps. Their love story is a heist and they're stealing more than each other's hearts. Always Get In a Spaceship With a Scoundrel by Ellie Rhymer
![Excerpt. “Those are pre-set…” Jayro warned as Anora toggled a series of switches at the nav computer and began actively moving data streams around the screen. “Pre-set for scans for //stationary objects//. You pick out your nav programs like you pick out your paint schemes?” Jayro felt annoyance rising up in him again. The cockpit was his domain. Never mind that he agreed with her about the deco. “It took Fish weeks to get those programs running!” “Look, unless you want to meet an asteroid face to face, shut the hells up and let me work.” Anora frowned as she watched some data return from the program. “Call engineering.” “Gladly.” Jayro opened the channel on his wrist communicator. “Yeah?” Fish’s voice responded. “The new navigator is having trouble with her—” Jayro broke off as Anora grabbed his forearm and yanked his wrist in front of her own face, causing his chair to whirl towards her. “What on-boards are your pre-sets accounting for?” she asked [...]](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/HWUFqPHXgAA2TId.jpg?name=orig)
ALT Excerpt. “Those are pre-set…” Jayro warned as Anora toggled a series of switches at the nav computer and began actively moving data streams around the screen. “Pre-set for scans for //stationary objects//. You pick out your nav programs like you pick out your paint schemes?” Jayro felt annoyance rising up in him again. The cockpit was his domain. Never mind that he agreed with her about the deco. “It took Fish weeks to get those programs running!” “Look, unless you want to meet an asteroid face to face, shut the hells up and let me work.” Anora frowned as she watched some data return from the program. “Call engineering.” “Gladly.” Jayro opened the channel on his wrist communicator. “Yeah?” Fish’s voice responded. “The new navigator is having trouble with her—” Jayro broke off as Anora grabbed his forearm and yanked his wrist in front of her own face, causing his chair to whirl towards her. “What on-boards are your pre-sets accounting for?” she asked [...]
ALT A pitch deck slide for Sleeping Dogs Lie, a Sapphic thriller by Ellie Rhymer The background sets the mood: a crescent moon rises over crowded conifer trees, as if we are deep in the forest somewhere. A handwriting font adds asides to the following pitch: Everyone in the group chat dies x The Hunting Wives. Maureen is a struggling journalist who got out of Hometown, USA. She never intended to return to the small town of dark pasts, but when the former “it” girl at her high school goes viral, Maureen finds herself becoming more and more obsessed with Lacey’s mommy vlog and the investigation into the disappearance of her teenage son. Lacey never let a little thing like the truth stop her from recording content for her followers, but when her son goes missing, she wields her platform like a cudgel through Hometown to uncover what really happened to him...or is her distress just another performance? #QuestPit Querying 2027. "Dark, moody mystery" "I'm obsessed with her (unhealthy)"
ALT Fantasy Horror, Adult. Ichor Spilt, An Obsession Grown Queer, Doomed, WIP
ALT Several travelers have gone missing along Sion’s Path and Canary’s Ridge the last fortnight, between dusk and the dawn. We suspect a bear breaking hibernation or a Glouixair, both best be avoided. Always travel in pairs, carry a weapon, and do not be out after dark. We will not look for your body before dawn. Venture at your own risk. -People of Willow’s Fall
ALT Amelios flinched at the wet tongue running along his collarbone, horrified as the chain that held his cross was gently tugged into the vampire's mouth. The briefest flash of fangs skimmed across his skin, sending his stomach cramping, threatening to heave. Slowly, clearly taunting him with his lack of preparedness and foolhardiness, the vampire pooled more of the chain in his mouth while kissing and strip of skin, making a show of his helplessness. Pink lips, bright and full of blood from the recently killed, pressed into the hollow of his neck, sending him writhing while a knee rubbed across his front. Those lips curled into a vicious smirk before savagely tugging the chain until it snapped in half. How old and strong does he have to be for that to be so easy to break? For it to not affect him at all? Bile bit at Amelios’ tongue as the vampire stared, silver-ringed eyes glimmering with delight, then spit the cross across the room, unscathed from handling the holy object. I’m dead.
ALT This is a moodboard featuring nine images and one quote. The quote reads: draw a monster, why is it a monster?- Daughter by Janice Lee. The nine images in this board can be described as follows: A small glass of alcohol beside an open box of cigarettes, smashed white cake with red dyed innards, outstretched, bloodied fangs, a man opening up his chest to reveal a white void, spoiled assorted fruits, shriveled roses, a chopping board with pomegranate seeds spread, a face with a stream of blood running down their forehead, and white wings.
ALT A 3 by 3 blue-tinged moodboard consisting of 9 squares. First row: two hands reaching skyward, a close up of a clock, a close up of leaves covered in raindrops Second row: rundown industrial-like buildings, a statue pulling apart its chest, a misty forest Third row: several dying flowers, an eclipse, a hand reaching skyward
ALT This is a moodboard featuring nine images and one quote. The quote reads: Draw a monster. Why is it a monster?- Daughter by Janice Lee. The images consist of: a woman looking into a cracked glass mirror, looking at her reflection, a heart-shaped cake 'bleeding' from where it has been stabbed with a knife, a man looking at a fuzzy version of himself in the mirror, a figure opening their chest to reveal a void, white space, a shot of a lake surrounded by trees, exposed bloodied fangs, a hand passing a cigarette to another hand, red meat, and a man in a suit with the white button down of it saturated with blood.
