Monday, October 30, 2017

NoQS Adult Women's Fiction: CURTAIN RISING

Title: CURTAIN RISING
Genre: Adult Women’s Fiction
Word Count: 105,000

My MC and MA (main antagonist) are dressed as: 

The protagonist Missy has always done anything to support her family. Upon uncovering that her father Jack hid her adoption and that her real mother is alive, Missy decides it’s time to break free of her dad’s shackles. In celebration, Missy dresses as an escaped convict for Halloween, and to her pleasure when she sees her father, he already has handcuffs on. While Jack has always been enamored with the deceptive and dirty unsaid rules of New York City, she could’ve never imagined her father to dress as the jailhouse criminal he’s become.

Query:
Missy Storack’s life has been carefully curated by her father, Jack, to obtain his idea of perfection for the past twenty-seven years. When Missy stumbles upon evidence that she’s adopted, she implores her father to disclose the truth, but Jack won’t budge. All the while, Missy’s family and friends beg her to let the quest go and simply find happiness with her prearranged silver spoon life, including a desirable Manhattan address and an executive job.

Jack, a top Manhattan criminal attorney to the city’s seedy underbelly has fought to keep the adoption secret for twenty-five years, but this time his daughter becomes more than he can tame.

The secrets drive Missy into another secret — a romance with Cole, a gorgeous and talented Broadway star. A chance meeting on their opposing fire escapes quickly turns into something more authentic and intense than Missy’s ever known. Together, Missy and Cole uncover the real connection between her birth mother and her adopted father. But discovering the truth might not set Missy free. In fact, this might be her final act. 

CURTAIN RISING, is women’s fiction complete at 105,000 words, weaving together a dual point-of-view journey of a father’s cover up and a daughter’s pursuit of her past.
Thank you for your consideration.

First 250:
“Appearance should never be mistaken for truth.” 

Missy Storack’s father Jack was full of unique advice. Even though his point of view was often jaded from working with the city’s least upstanding citizens, somehow still, his was the voice ringing in her ears. 

“15 Central Park West and 61st please,” Missy said, scooting into the taxi. 

“Nice address. Celebrity?” The cabby glanced at Missy, his oversized grin filling the review mirror, along with blurry bits of Times Square streaming behind the cab. 

“No, just lucky.” Missy smirked. People often treated her dad like someone famous. Perhaps they were worried they might need a favor from one of Manhattan’s best criminal attorneys at some point in their lives.

Her cell buzzed with a text message from her brother, Junior. I’m bringing a present for you to Dad’s place in a few — some piece of art Mom made for you. We found it in the closet at Dad’s work. Grace said to take it. 

Missy’s jaw dropped open for nobody’s expense but her own. Her dad had never mentioned anything about her mom making art before she died. 

Missy responded. I’ve never heard of Mom painting OR drawing. This sounds strange. 

Missy’s stomach twisted with excitement. It was a chance to see part of her mom one last time, more than 20 years after she died. 

2 comments:

  1. Shriek! Please send the partial ms as a word attachment with the query in the body of the email to kristy[dot]hunter@knightagency[dot]net. Please put "NoQS: TITLE" in subject line. Thanks! Looking forward to reading.

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  2. I'm SHIVERING for this! Please send your query, 1-2 page synopsis, and the first ten pages to queries at azantianlitagency dot com with "NoQS: TITLE by Name" in the subject line. Thanks! I look forward to reading on! -Jennifer Azantian

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