Today Jamie Ayres is hosting a first-page contest on her blog, to be judged by author Heather Burch. Five random winners will receive a personal critique from Ms. Burch.
Here's my first page, from my current WIP:
Tiny. Beautiful. Remote.
Not the kind of place where women vanished into thin air.
In the last two months, a pair of teenagers, a stay-at-home mom and a waitress from the Fly Me to the Moon Saloon all vanished without a trace. Four women with no connection between them as far as anyone could tell.
Jamie English straightened her white Stetson, took a deep breath and pushed open the glass doors leading to the sheriff’s office. As the new sheriff in town, she had a big job to do. One a lot of people thought a young woman couldn’t handle.
Especially one who left town in disgrace.
She lifted her chin. That was five years ago; a lot had changed. She’d grown up, matured. Motherhood at a young age did that to a person. So did getting elected to a job almost no one else wanted.
The sheriff’s office had been held in low regard since Tate Peterman had been arrested, tried and convicted. Five years ago, he’d looked the other way while his men harassed Mexican-Americans, including rancher Cordero Ybarra. Peterman even allowed two men named Spike Warner and Buford LaDelle to brand Ybarra’s back and later hang an immigrant worker. His subsequent replacement hadn’t been much better. Not crooked, just lazy.
She was sticking tight, Jamie vowed, for her town. And she was going to solve the disappearances of the four women. She had to. Any other outcome was unacceptable. Unlike Peterman, and the others after him, she wasn’t going to look the other way while crime was committed in her county.