
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 Romantic fantasy mood board for Kitsune Bound. A collage featuring a dark-haired girl sitting alone, a brooding young man, an airbrush, a frightened figure surrounded by shadows, and a dark haired girl missing her left hand. Below are a white fox with golden eyes, an arrogant young man, hands holding a wooden flute, a dark-haired girl and white-haired fox-eared boy touching foreheads encircled by a ring of purple magic, and a silhouetted couple at sunset with the boy giving the girl a piggyback ride.

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=small&format=webp)
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 [...]








































