September 24, 2008 Susanna Einstein, Literary Agent LJK Literary Management 708 Third Avenue 16th Floor New York, NY 10017 Dear Ms. Einstein: Can a man survive a childhood of horrendous abuse to find the love of his life, and finally live a normal life? What happens when that picture-perfect life is suddenly shattered by kidnapping, torture, incest, and attempted murder? These questions are answered in my crime/mystery novel, Windows to the Soul, set in present day New York. Within a span of ...

September 8, 2008 Dear Ms. Einstein: I am seeking representation for my novel, a partially completed young adult horror entitled, “In search of a savior.” This story introduces the reader to young Casey Jenkins. Casey is living in a dysfunctional family where her mother is an alcoholic and her fathers attempt to avoid her results in him overworking and staying away from home. Casey’s boyfriend has recently broken off with her and left her devastated. After months of depressi...

August 31, 2008 Dear Ms. Einstein: I am seeking representation for my first novel, a partially completed crime thriller/mystery set in present day New York. “Windows to the Soul,” introduces the reader to young multi-millionaire Julian Giovanni. Raised by his grandfather, the head of the Sicilian mafia, Julian has settled in New York City where he has established four inner-city youth centers for troubled kids. Here, he tries to distance himself from the past that continues to hau...

Preface The man jerked awake suddenly. The searing pain in his head turned to a persistent pounding that instantly cleared the fog in his brain. Instinctively, he moved his hands upward to cradle his head, but stopped midway; there were handcuffs and chains shackling him. He looked at the cuffs in disbelief, fear and panic quickly took over his thoughts. He began to jerk at the cuffs, frantic to free himself. His legs were also cuffed at the ankles, restricting his movement. He maneuvered his...

Prologue The stench of sulfur is overwhelming. I need to throw up, but I can’t take a chance of movement or sound in the darkness. My mind screams prayers for a savior in a moment that I am sure will lead to my death. The thing had stalked me for days. It had become increasingly braver with each attempt to reach me. I knew that this encounter was inevitable, but that did not stop the shock and panic I am feeling. My hands are feeling their way along the wall, trying desperately to find a way ...

Yesterday, while browsing through YouTube, I came across a very touching video about the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah building in OKCity, a copy of which is on my profile. We have a beautiful memorial/museum where the Murrah building once stood, one section of the memorial has 168 empty chairs, engraved with the name of a person that perished that day. Under the video "comment" section was a comment from someone stating, "all I see in a field is 168 urinals." I volunteered through the Amer...

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Prologue The searing pain in his head woke him from one of the only peaceful moments he had now. There had been periods of consciousness several times, but none had been for long. A moan ensued as the pain now brought him to full consciousness. His hands went instinctively to cradle his head but were stopped midway; handcuffs and chains shackled him to the wall. The right side of his body ached from exposure to the cold cement floor. A small window cast a faint light in the room but looking a...

It took a moment for me to realize what the nurse had said I'm sure that I've gone to the wrong room, to the wrong patient Once the nurse realizes who I am, she begin's to apologize Her explanations falling on deaf ears, my mind is reeling Where is my mother? Was she here when it happened? Was she alone somewhere now? I have to find her My mind is reeling with the possibility that all of this is true I can hear the sound of mournful crying from somewhere My husband hold's me close and I reali...