Hi there!
I’ve been writing for twenty-eight years, of which fifteen have been as a ghostwriter. I’ve ghostwritten five top-selling paranormal eBooks currently published on Amazon.
Vampire, werewolf and general paranormal fantasy are the genres I was born to write. Contemporary stories bore me. I can’t write one without introducing a vampire or two. The more, the better!
I would love to be a part of your ghostwriter team. My usual rate is $0.02 per word, and as my publications clearly show, I am worth each penny. So, for 15,000 words, you’re looking at paying $300 USD.
Please find a sample of my writing included below (unformatted), I look forward to hearing from you.
Warmly,
Leslie Nash
Sample:
My eyelids snapped open when a loud burst rent the quiet. The ground beneath us trembled violently. Although my eyes were open and I saw and heard everything, I couldn’t move. Paralyzed in both body and fear, I could only lay immobile when Antoine’s head snapped up to study the cause for the explosion.
Through his parted lips, I saw fangs and other teeth stained with my blood. I stared harder at his two pointed incisors hanging lower than the rest. I wondered how I had missed them before.
“Catherine?” Papa’s booming voice echoed frantically from the porch. “Catherine Meeshell, come in this instant,” he demanded and had I not already been afraid, his panic-laden voice would have been enough to accomplish that feat.
Antoine narrowed angrily when his gaze went to Papa like he didn’t appreciate the interruption. I tried to scream for Papa to run, to warn him away from this monster I’d brought to us, but all I could manage was a light squeak which was enough to prompt Antoine’s attention.
“Sshh, little one,” he crooned in that accent I’d believed exotic. But now, it only serves as evidence of how foreign a creature he really is. “Apparently the war has started,” he mused and smiled widely.
“Catherine!” Mama called and her voice was even closer than Papa’s, which meant they had ventured off the porch in their search for me. “Come now,” she pleaded, her voice edged with tears. “We are leaving New Orleans child, we must catch the boat before it’s too late,” she murmured and I realized she was only a few feet from the gazebo where we were.
Antoine growled low in his throat but never released his hold on me. Instead he leaned down and pressed a feathery kiss to my neck, just above where he’d ravaged my tender flesh. I thought I felt my eyes widen, but was still unable to move.
It was like he’d thrown a net over me and it prevented me from moving even the smallest muscle in my body.
“Allow me to show you one of our many talents,” he crooned and backed away from me, pausing only to pull my skirts back down and rearrange my dress properly. He stayed within my line of sight and suddenly his body faded.
It was like all the color leeched from his skin, clothes and hair. His body became transparent and I saw the honeysuckle blooms directly behind him. Only I saw them through him. Footsteps resounded and a piercing scream echoed wildly when Mama saw me. I could only imagine how frightful the sight was.