el fin, het einde, la fin, das ende, fine, an deireadh, slutet, the end!

I typed the last words of my first draft last night! It's always such a wonderful feeling, this whole "Hey, I finished something!" vibe that makes me happy. I've settled on Blind Ante for the title and I've spent this morning working on the body of the query letter. Now, to hit that 5-page synopsis.

query:

Jordan grinned as he laid his cards on the table. Full house against a trio of Aces. Now to collect his winnings and get the hell out this dark cave of a bar.

22 year-old Jordan Hatfield has been living out of his car since his dad caught him with his boyfriend three years ago and kicked him out, beat up and broken. He doubts the legitimacy of the deed that’s folded and tucked into the pocket over his heart, but he’s tired of the nomad life and the constant fear of being caught counting cards. He heads north, leaving New Orleans behind as he heads to southern Illinois, hoping his grifter self hasn’t in-turn been swindled. To his delight, what he finds is a musty old trailer in the middle of the woods.

What he doesn’t count on is walking wet-dream Reese Daniels, who spends half his year in Las Vegas, the other half in the sleepy little town that his grandparents called home, bartending and entertaining the young women that drop in regularly. He has every right to toss Jordan out the trailer that he shares with his gambling brother, but for some reason that Jordan doesn’t understand, he lets him stay.

Jordan is happy for the first time that he can remember, until his on-again, off-again lover walks back into his, and Reese’s, life. Reese and his trailer have become everything to Jordan, but will the ghosts from his past destroy the life they’ve begun to build together?