Dear Ms. XYZ,
Sixteen year old Maya Georgiou may be an ocean nymph, but she's still insecure, awkward, and na?ve. When she moves with her mom and cousins back to Bar Harbor, Maine during the summer before her senior year, she expects to find the same jealous girls and leering guys. Maya certainly wasn't anticipating having a crush on the sullen (albeit gorgeous) waiter at the resort where her mom works.
Shoreline, complete at 63,000 words, is a young adult fantasy novel that follows Maya as she explores what it means to be an ocean nymph and have a boyfriend that doesn't realize she's straight out of a Greek mythology book. And it's only after the two are attached at the hip that Maya learns she must make the ultimate decision -- sacrifice Nate or offer herself up as a victim -- to fulfill her ancestral obligations.
Although this manuscript works as a standalone book, I am working on a sequel that follows Maya and her family to Greece where they delve further into their heritage.
I currently freelance for several websites with an audience of teens and young adults. My monthly combined page views top one million and I would have the opportunity to present and promote my book within the sites. I have also written four non-fiction books in the puzzle and games category and they are currently available in most major bookstores.
Thank you for taking the time to review my query. If you wish to receive the manuscript please don't hesitate to contact me via e-mail or phone.
My mother threw me in the ocean when I was exactly five weeks old. A test of sorts, she didn't mean to be cruel and could have easily saved me if I started to drown. But I didn't. I happily played in the water, dove down to run the gritty sand through my fingers, and floated in the gentle ebb of the tide. The water, warm to my skin even though most swimmers would chatter in their wetsuits, cradled me, buoyed my chubby little legs, and lulled me to sleep.
And sixteen years later, the ocean is still a comfort to me. It's where I thrive. I have to be near the shore or I start to feel disoriented and disconnected. Oh, and then there's also the responsibility -- which forces me to live only a short distance away since I have to care for the sea life and creatures within.
Of course my mother knew this when she tossed me in. She's the same way. It's in our blood. Because we're not exactly human.
It was a warm sunny Saturday morning in early June when the five of us settled ourselves at Lindbergh Field Airport waiting for our flight.
"Is it delayed again? Seriously?" Jocelyn huffed, aggravated as she stretched a piece of gum out between her teeth and around her index finger. All the guys within a twenty-foot radius leaned in as my cousin played with the gum, twirling it lazily around her finger before she popped it back in her mouth.