Can You Guys Help Name My Next Suspense Book? Pretty Please

Hola. I want to thank everyone who has helped me with titles in the past. I suck at naming my stories hahaha. I’m asking again…can you please help me name my new suspense book?

The premise is:

Thirteen year old Loren terrorizes her younger sister after their brother, Franco, dies. Ballet will never be the same for Loren because she was his perfect little dancer.

I’ve named the story (in my head) Crazy Ballerina for so long that it’ll feel bittersweet calling it something else.

Please vote for the title you like the most:

  1. Perfect Little Dancer
  2. Loren
  3. Franco’s Dancer
  4. anything you can think of. I’m open to options 🙂

Thank you.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

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Second Thoughts by Yawatta Hosby

Copyright Feb 2019

Apollo slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

His wife avoided eye contact by looking at the dusty dashboard, refusing to speak to him. She wrapped her arms around herself in their stuffy mini-van, the one she rode practically every day to take their two sons to indoor soccer practice.

A dim-lit street light illuminated the middle of the alley. The mini-van was parked in the shadows, lurking behind the hardware store.

Apollo asked, “Are you ignoring me?”

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done.”

Apollo glared at her. “I told you what you could do to make it up to me.”

It was frustrating to him that she still couldn’t bring her deceitful eyes to look at him, to see the pain she had caused him. His wife began crying. She wiped tears with her shirt.

Apollo grabbed her shoulders and shook her, shook some sense into her. “Don’t you dare cry over him!”

She took deep breaths, like she was afraid to move any other way. It wasn’t the first time she had seen her husband’s temper. He dared her to try and escape the mini-van.

He leaned in close to her frigid body, then he put his lips on her neck. He bit down hard. When a drop of blood slid down, he smiled. “I want you so bad,” he whispered into her ear.

“Then have me.” Her voice trembled.

Apollo backed away from her, disgust written all over his face. “All I can think is that bastard inside you…I can’t have you until we do what we gotta do.”

She winced. “Please, Apollo.”

“You don’t get to beg for forgiveness. I told you what you gotta do.”

“If I don’t?” She grabbed his arm and pleaded, “Will you give me a divorce? Split up our family?”

He glanced out the window into semi-darkness, into the empty alley, into the path of the dirty dumpster. “You wish you’d get off that easy.” He gripped the steering wheel. “It’s either him or you.”

Silence.

Apollo waited awhile for her to respond. He wanted to know what she had to say. He needed to know what she had to say. When no words never came out of her mouth, he got impatient, tapping his fingers along the dashboard. He sat up in his seat but still couldn’t bring himself to look over at his wife.

How dare she grieve over that bastard.

“Are you sure he worked tonight? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” he asked.

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Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

My #Horror Short, Lars’s Muse, Is On the Web Today. Thanks Wicked Shorts Blog!

Hola. Do you like horror?

Do you like creepy? Do you like handsome lead singers of popular boy bands?

If you do, then head on over to the talented author’s Avrin Kelly’s blog, Wicked Shorts, and check out my short story: Lars’s Muse.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

P.S. It’d be cool to hear what you think if you read it 🙂

Dear Santa by Yawatta Hosby

***If you’re easily offended, stop reading now***

Dear Santa

by Yawatta Hosby

Copyright 2017

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

Can you please make my baby sister disappear? I want all the Christmas gifts.

Thank you,

Douglas

Two weeks later on Christmas Eve, Douglas jolted awake by blood curdling screams. His seven month old sister had been mauled by their family’s pitbull. Douglas was the only one to open his gifts on Christmas morning at his grandparent’s house. He didn’t even want his toys and electronics anymore.

Dear Santa,

Can I have my daddy back? I miss him so much.

Thank you,

Tonya

Tonya didn’t know why she found her mommy crying in her neighbor’s arms two weeks later. Her curiosity taking over, she stood in the hallway and overheard her mommy on the phone in the kitchen. Tonya’s daddy had just died in Iraq, and her mommy was making arrangements to ship him back home. Tonya didn’t want to see her daddy in a casket as worm food. Not now. Not ever. Her body shuddered.

Dear Santa,

I want a bike, one that rides very fast. And can it please have a basket on the handlebars?

Thank you,

Kim

Two weeks later, Kim was delighted to get her navy blue mountain bike with the small basket on the handlebars. It was the perfect size to hold her lunchbox, so she could bring snacks with her when she played with her best friend Molly. Molly lived three blocks over. Kim’s delight didn’t last long though. By afternoon in sunny California, her brakes stopped working as she rode through the edge of the park. Kim went full speed into traffic, and a van smashed into her. Lying on the road with broken bones, she didn’t even want her bike anymore. She closed her eyes and took her last breath.

Be careful what you wish for…you never know if an evil troll will put a bad spell on all of the letters written to Santa in the West Gate Mall.

THE END

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Six Plus One Script

Tonight, I have the pleasure of being a guest on the Jewel Writes Romance blog. In celebration of Six Plus One‘s release, I thought it’d be fun to turn a scene of Eugene confronting the camp counselor, Grayson, of stealing money into a script.

Interested?

If so, head on over to Jewel E. Leonard’s blog by clicking the link: Guest Post: Yawatta Hosby.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

My Interview Turned Into a #Horror Story!!!

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I had the pleasure of being a guest on Avrin Kelly’s blog. Wicked Shorts features her quirky, horror short stories. She really impressed me. Instead of just doing a standard interview, she wanted to turn my Q&A into a horror story. Welcome to my first collaborative effort. Avrin was a rock star, writing and revising 95% of everything.

Here’s an excerpt of Glass Witch:

The dark, three story house loomed overhead as I stood in the property’s driveway. Droplets of water fell from above, threatening to undo the curls in my hair and the makeup on my face.

I propelled myself out of the rain and up the steps. The old wood creaked under my heels as I glided to the tall front door and unlocked the house.

Today was a huge day.

I couldn’t believe my good luck.

It was my very first interview for Wicked Shorts: a blog I hosted about speculative fiction, weird fiction and horror and the person I was interviewing was quickly becoming a personal hero of mine.

Yawatta Hosby was a strong, impeccably well written author of thriller and suspense novels. She was the real deal, and she’d be here in less than ten minutes.

To continue reading, please click: Glass Witch/Yawatta Hosby (Interview).

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Check Out My Author Interview!!!

I’m so excited! I was lucky to be a guest on Author Meka James‘s blog. She gave me a interview to help support my new release, Six Plus One.

My author interview:

1. What books have influenced your life?

Agatha Christie’s murder mysteries have always had a place in my heart. For the longest time, I’d only buy her novels in bookstores. My favorite of hers: And Then There Were None, Murder on the Orient Express, and The A.B.C. Murders. Her writing has influenced me in every way possible, even down to the monsters in my stories are always human.

If you’d like to read the rest, please click: Author Interview: Yawatta Hosby.

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Plus, Alexandrina Brant hosted a cover reveal of Six Plus One on her blog. She said, “Whilst Yawatta’s first edition of ONE BY ONE featured its infamous house in the woods wrapped by yellow police tape, the misty woods of SIX PLUS ONE’s cover reflects the trademark of her books, of the atmospheric mist that smothers the characters and drains their spirits.”

If you’d like to read the rest (I feel like she really gets me and gives a great analytical viewpoint of my books), please click: Cover Reveal: SIX PLUS ONE by Yawatta Hosby.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby