The first draft of Will has been completed and sent to my awesome beta readers for tearing apart. With the feedback, I hope to get it that much better. ;) Then it goes off to get professionally edited! Woohoo!

In the meantime, I'm working on the blurb. Can I just say how much I HATE writing blurbs? It's always been the case, and I fear it always will. LOL.

At this stage, I have two versions of the blurb. Which is more appealing to you? i.e. which would make you more likely to want to read?
What I need to get across in the tone of the blurb is that it's a generally light-hearted, laid-back read(with heavier moments only here and there).

Thanks so much!

Note: These are drafts. . . .
_________________________ Blurb 1________


William Sharp: He’s a snoop, and he loves it.
He’s a freak, and he loves that too.
He’s afraid of dogs, and he—well, he doesn’t really love that at all—hates it in fact, along with the Chili Peppers, an ’89 Holden Commodore (it’s totally gonna blow up on him, he just knows it), and the freaking hot guy he’s boarding with: Heath Wallace.
And it’s all good, really, because it’s reciprocated—something, thanks in large part to his big, runaway mouth, he hasn’t experienced much before.
Yeah. It’s really all good. Moving to the end of the world has been the best decision ever.
Except . . . is he really so unlikable? And what did Heath mean when he warned Will things would “crash and burn” if he lived with them? . . .

Or_______________________Blurb 2 ________


Sometimes life sucks some big, mean lemons.
William Sharp has had his fair share of those lemons and wants a change. So what better place to start new, than in New Zealand?
But try as he might, he can’t seem to leave his big, runaway mouth behind him. And like always, it’s getting him into trouble. And if that wasn’t enough to contend with, he’s boarding with a mother, who’s awfully fond of him; her waaay to hot to be real, adult son, Heath, who wants him to leave; and their big-ish dog, who scares the bejesus out of him.
Throw in a dodgy ’89 Holden Commodore and some freaks for friends, and it’s going to be one unforgettable year.
For better or worse. . . .