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Monday, May 3, 2010


Dear Secret Agent,

Life blows for sixteen-year-old Janelle. Ever since moving to Florida, she’s been accidentally breaking people’s arms just by touching them. And yanking steel doors off their hinges. Then her new crush, Gary, sees her gray spiral birthmark and tells her she’s a Tempest. A person who can turn into a hurricane by touching the ocean. Like him. So that’s why she feels ready to explode when she’s at the beach.

As if that’s not lousy enough, all Tempests have to become storms once in their lives. It’s their secret law…and it’s Janelle’s turn.

No way in hell is she going to kill people, even by accident. So she does what any sane person would do—she runs away from home.

But it’s not long before the Tempest leader discovers and abducts her. Janelle’s told that she’s destined to become the worst hurricane ever. And now she’s the main weapon in the Tempest leader’s plot to hold the world ransom. No way can Janelle live with herself if she kills thousands. But using the power she fears most might be the only way out.

TEMPEST is a 65,000-word young adult fantasy. I look forward to hearing from you and thank you for your time and consideration.


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Janelle froze in front of the bay window. The breath caught in her throat. Mountains of black clouds lumbered through the sky and the glass buckled against the screaming wind. This was it; she was dead. “Dad, get away from the window. We’ve gotta get out of here!”

Her father faced her. Smiling. “Isn’t this exciting? I want you to see this.”

Every palm tree in their yard bent over as if pointing them back to Michigan, to the sanity she’d left behind. Rain beat against the house, adding to the roar that filled the world. The roof creaked like it wanted to peel off and fly away. It probably would, with her luck.

Janelle bit her lip, hugging herself. It was all a dream. It had to be. It was one of those nightmares where only she could see the danger, but no one would listen to her. She’d wake up soon and go to school and attend her Math Whiz meeting and order a pizza with her friends. Any minute now she’d—

Snap. A tree fell across the street with a sound like gunfire.

Her heart thudded as she moved behind the couch. “Please. I want to go to the shelter!” She’d turned into a bubblehead, but what else would make him listen? She’d cry, and scream, and throw a tantrum if she had to.

Footsteps approached. Eyes shining, her dad spoke in an even voice, the one he’d used on her bedtime stories so long ago.