Dear Agent,
I am writing to you today because I'm seeking representation on my young adult, urban fantasy manuscript DARK HOURS.
When you're seventeen marriage is the last thing on your mind. Unless you're Summer James, and doing so saves the world.
Part witch and part Decca warrior, Summer has just five months to bind herself to a suitor. Of course, not just anyone will do, she must be in love with them. Otherwise, a crazy demon will rise and rule the world. In order to stop this event from occuring, her parents force her to go out on blind dates hoping she'll fall for one of them. This isn't how she wants to find love.
As luck would have it, she receives a special mission from the high council of the Decca warriors. She must protect Drew Falcore from a killer hunting him. Now, forced to spend all their time together a past attraction is reigniated. But a love like theirs is forbidden and the punishment is death.When Landon, a student of her father's is sent to protect her, she notices something growing between them. She forces herself to push away when she uncovers his family's future plans for him, which don't include her.
When the fate of the world hangs over her head and time running out she feels she'll need a mircle to make the right decision. Because one of these guys holds the key to vanquishing the threat against her life and the world. DARK HOURS is a young adult urban fantasy, complete at 60,000 words.
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Thank you for your time and consideration. I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Sincerely,
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Chapter 1: Decisions
It was near the violet hour, or as humans call it, evening.
I began pacing around in my ugly, pastel green bedroom, trying to think of a great excuse to set me free from this god-forsaken date with, Josh Wickman. He was gorgeous, sure, but that didn’t matter to me. His brains were mush— like most males, I quickly found out. Oh, and his arrogance? Wow!
I never thought I’d meet anyone as pigheaded and disgusting in all my life, but somehow I had. Thanks to my stubborn, loving parents playing the game of matchmaker— I had the new job of getting rid of him.
Stupid clan vow! Curses flew out of my mouth.
A knock came at the door, pulling me away from my thoughts. I grumbled, rolled my eyes, and called out, “What?”
“Summer… Josh is here,” My mother said sweetly outside my pale oak door.
Josh "The Loser" who knows everything about the element of Fire. Yay, I thought sarcastically as I brushed past my bed.
I moaned, “I’m not feeling well.” It was followed by a hard, fake cough that hurt my lungs.
Executed to a “T,” if I were dealing with humans, they would have thought I had bronchitis. In fact, any other mother or father would have fallen for it. My parents were different though. So naturally, she burst into my room, glaring at me as she stormed her way in. I didn’t stiffen, as usual. Instead, my feet remained planted firmly to the floor while her violet eyes gave me a once over.
