Dear Ms. Super Secret Agent,
Sixteen-year old Megan Benson never considered herself a con
artist. More like a con doodler. After all, her antics are nowhere near the
calibers of her mother’s heists. But even she has to pat herself on the back
when she lands them a place living at the Keller mansion. All Megan has to do
now is play big sister to Cammy, while her mother works her magic on Mr.
Keller, the wealthy owner (and widower) of a successful catering company. Then
they’ll be set for life.
Easier said than done. Mr. Keller not only seems immune to
her mother’s charms (and curves), he spends all his time doting on Cammy, his
only daughter. In turn, she hero worships Megan, making her feel like scum for
using them. The guilt grows stronger when she is confronted by Ian MacMillian,
the Keller’s cousin, who sees right through her act. Yet strangely enough,
despite his sarcastic comments, he's the only one who understands Megan. Even
better then she understands herself.
But with an empty bank account and nowhere else to go, Megan
has no choice but to continue the con despite her feelings for the
family--especially Ian. Even if it means everything she does and says is a lie.
It was either go big or go to the homeless shelter.
JUST A CON is a YA contemporary romance (55K words) that is
a standalone with a sequel potential. The first page is below. Thank you again
for your time and I look forward to your response.
JUST A CON
Alex Harper was going to catch h*** from Coach today.
After glancing at his watch for the twentieth time, he
studied the burger menu above him, mentally urging the middle-aged cashier to
hurry up with the orders. G**, he was starving.
If he were late for soccer practice again, he’d get kicked
off the team. Or at least that’s what Coach Wilkins threatened every other
week. It was the coach’s fault though, for having practice so early. Didn’t he
know that teenagers weren’t supposed to get up before twelve in the summer? It
was practically a law of nature.
A smirk crossed his face. Still, he knew Coach would never
actually kick him off the team. Not if they wanted to keep winning. Alex was
the best sprinter on the field. No lie.
He could also mention that he knew Coach was sleeping with
his stepmother whenever his dad was out of town. He knew she brought more than
just snacks to practice.
Thank G** for adultery.
Looking away, Alex noticed the girl in front of him, wiping
her eyes on a Kleenex every few seconds like her rabbit had been run over right
in front of her.
Wondering if she was sick or just plain crazy, Alex started
to back away when she reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver cell
phone. She swept her dark hair over her shoulder and held the mobile to her
“Hello? Damon?” Her voice cracked and she held the
phone closer to her face as though she couldn’t hear very well. “Where have you
been? You haven’t been returning any of my calls and--” She paused and looked
over her shoulder. Alex immediately looked away, pretending to be absorbed in
the menu again. “--I thought that after that night we would be officially a
couple,” the girl continued in a softer tone. Another pause. “What do you mean
you don’t have those feelings for me? But we--no, I don’t want to talk later! I
want to talk now! Hello?” She slammed the closed and glared at screen. “S***.”