Beta Reader Application

Want to read my books before anyone else? Let me know here! I’ll contact you if you’re selected to beta read.

I’m currently recruiting for a comedic paranormal shifter reverse harem standalone. Beta invitations will be sent through BetaBooks.co, so make sure to check your email in the days after you apply.

Beta readers come in all types, with various strengths. What I look for the most is an enthusiasm to read and provide feedback.

BetaBooks works best on a computer rather than a tablet or mobile screen, so if you encounter any issues while reading, please switch devices.

Name

First Name

Last Name

Have you beta read for me before?

Yes

What genres do you read?

paranormal romance

urban fantasy

traditional fantasy

dark romance

contemporary romance

reverse harem

How often can you give feedback on a manuscript?

There's no right answer here. An ideal beta reading team has readers who can hop on daily, weekly, monthly, and only as the draft is finished. Spreading out feedback provides balance.

Read this short section of text, then provide feedback.

The arena around me melts away. Even Mason disappears, though I can still feel the warm presence of his hand on mine. Instead I’m standing in my childhood home, right at the threshold of the kitchen, watching my mom. She’s pacing back and forth in front of the counter, baking supplies strewn everywhere, a bowl full of delicious cookie batter in front of her. My breath catches at the sight of her, and all at once I’m lost to the illusion. At the sound of my voice she turns. There’s a smudge of flour on her cheek, and her eyes are merry and bright. Everything about her is smudgy memory: she the short hair I remember from the times she visited me in prison, but the vibrant, unlined eyes and mouth from my childhood. Here in a world created by what I remember and want most, she’s somehow the mother who wiped away my tears and the one who survived cancer. “Oh, Ellen.” She paced over to me and threw her arms around me. There’s very little weight to her grip, but the warmth is overwhelming, and it suffuses me. “Baby, you look upset. What’s wrong? Tell momma. I’ll always be here for you, no matter how old you get.”