Sold to pay off her family’s debt, misfortune plagues seventeen-year-old Mitsuko. She’ll do anything to prevent her younger sister from succumbing to the same fate. Praying to the Moon Spirit, Tsukiyomi, for help, she receives his offer: her eternal servitude for the safety of her sister.
Desperate, she agrees to his terms and leaves her family behind. As Tsukiyomi showers her with gifts—and his advances—Mitsuko soon finds herself falling for him. But a curse set on Tsukiyomi threatens to end what Mitsuko is starting to crave, and the death of the deity will destroy more than just her world. Only she can find a cure for her love before his death disrupts the balance of heaven, plunging the earth into chaos.
Thank you for taking the time to consider my 60,000 word YA Japanese Fantasy Romance, THE CURSE OF THE MOON SPIRIT.
I am currently a mentee for WriteMentor2018 with published author B.B Swann. I was a finalist for the Gotham’s Future First Line Contest. I have also taken a Japanese culture and language class at American Military University. As a person of color, I have the highest respect for other underrepresented cultures and hope that every person that reads my book learns something new. I currently live in Idaho with my husband and daughter.
The first hint of trouble came when Father summoned us inside before the sweltering August sun had a chance to set. Father didn’t like work to go unfinished around the farm, especially right before harvest. Dusty from replanting red beans, my sister and I took turns patting each other down outside our ramshackle little house. I leaned a hand against the large shutter attached to the yellowing walls of our house, yanking it back as a piece of the cracked wood sliced the skin on my finger.
“Ouch.” I sucked away the pain. Another splinter. Mother patiently removed each with the same attentive care she gave our teetering house, keeping all her children and worn out home clean if not structurally sound.
Our older brother, Yasahiro strode past us, already having gotten most of the dirt from his clothes. I gave my little sister a final pat and waved away the dust cloud. My throat burned in anticipation of cool well water that I would soon have once Father delivered his news.
“You’re good, go on.” I said
Yuki’s tired face stretched into a smile. “Thanks, we better hurry, don’t want Father to yell at us more than he probably already will.”
I smiled. “Yeah, you’re right. You go in, I’ll just be a minute.”
She hurried inside leaving me to stare at the shabby straw-woven mat we used as a door.
Always being rushed along somehow, be it in the fields, or even rushing to get to bed to wake up and repeat the process all over again, I wanted a moment where I had an excuse not to be hurried, even if it meant me tidying up more for whatever was to come.