Title: WATERS OF OBLIVION
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 68,000
Dear Query Faerie,
I am submitting my romantic suspense WATERS OF OBLIVION to you for consideration in your April Fools’ Query contest.
Reine Baldwin’s past resurfaces when she’s called to Venice to authenticate a purported Old Master painting. Returning to the city where she drowned on her honeymoon in 1498, the reclusive art historian expects a challenge. What she doesn’t expect is for the woman in the centuries old portrait to look exactly like her. Before she can fully question the discovery, Reine wakes with a pounding headache, full-blown amnesia, and a man claiming to be her long-lost husband. Confused and conflicted, Reine still knows that it has to be more than fate that brought them together. Realizing that in spite of her immortality someone must have tried to kill her puts even the little she does know into doubt. Is the pompous, yet utterly irresistible Massimo’s intention of rekindling their relationship as innocent as he’s leading her to believe? Who else knew her secret and what do they want her to forget? And most importantly, if dying was supposed to wipe her slate clean, why are there certain things that she’s already starting to remember? If Reine doesn’t uncover the truth, this second chance may very well turn out to be her last.
WATERS OF OBLIVION is complete at 68K words. It is a stand-alone with series potential that can be described as a bit of JULIET IMMORTAL mixed with A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES. In my day job, I am a senior higher-education administrator; however, I’ve worked and studied at the same university as my heroine, earning a graduate degree in visual culture.
Reine clutched her broken hand to her chest and repeatedly tapped the “door close” button with the other. The pain in her fingers was almost unbearable, but it would be gone soon. Hopefully it would be soon enough. Given the weather and the late hour, the hotel lobby was deserted, but she couldn’t risk being seen. Not just yet.
The elevator door slid slowly into place. She looked at her hand again. It was shaking, but as she flexed her fingers, the last signs of bruising – and of the pain – disappeared. However, that hardly made her happy. Reine only had herself to blame for getting into this predicament. For the second time in two weeks, she almost inadvertently revealed her secret. A secret her life depended on.
She should have just ended things when she fumbled to answer a simple question: “Are you married?”
But she didn’t, and that was mistake number one.
It was a warning sign, and she ignored it. She had uncharacteristically let her guard down. But who wouldn’t have, if they had looked into those eyes or had seen that smile? As always, her heart would be her downfall. That’s why she had avoided listening to it for so long. Until tonight.
And that’s when she made the second mistake: getting injured. But it really all started just a few hours earlier with the blackout.
Thank you for your time and consideration