wilderness wrote:Congratulations!!!! That was amazingly fast. Please do share your final query with us, so we can learn from it. :)
Thanks Wilderness. Here is the query I sent to them:
THE GRATEFUL UNDEAD: THEY'RE SO VEIN is an urban fantasy, completed at
> 88,000 words.
>
>
> There I was, fifty-eight, contemplating my life with white-knuckles
> and a desperation that gives the stockholders of CoverGirl, Max
> Factor, Revlon, and Maybelline something to smile about, when this
> little kid and his mother show up. They got into a real yelling
> match--I decided to whip out my cell phone and film the tirade--the
> little shit sank his fangs in my neck and the next thing ya know I'm
> the back seat of my Jeep, newly acquired fangs hanging out, with my
> sister JoAnn's beloved French poodle, Tootles, in my lap.
>
> It wasn't pretty--I killed the dog--JoAnn went all ape shit--I passed
> out.
>
> I woke up locked inside my walk in freezer with JoAnn tapping a pair
> of sharpened tent stakes on the door, clutching a copy of Diary of a
> Vampire, waiting for the sun to come up. As if that wasn't bad enough,
> every estrogen producing person in my immediate family was living
> under my roof at the time. Three generations of irritating women, and
> only one un-vain, vein in the bunch. My daughter Jeni, completely
> happy with her mortal life, tried to reason with the rest of my family
> when they started shoving their necks in front of my face. Did they
> listen? Hell no! I looked twenty-five…
>
> …they looked…well…old…
>
> …a domino effect quickly ensued, leaving Jeni the sole voice of
> reason.
>
> We soon found out feedin' ain't easy…not with five new immortals on
> the loose.
>
>
> JoAnn inadvertently turned a raccoon into a vampoon--talk about
> screwing up the whole eco-system. My vamped-out eighty-three year old
> mother, mixing blood with pleasure, began to seize, with gusto, the
> moments she'd missed in her sexually deficient life.
>
> That's when we got the attention of the Morizzio Cartel, and they sent
> Paul the resident Werewolf to our door with a warning. The big bad
> wolf phased into human form right in front of us--damn, he was sexy
> naked.
>
> Marcus, the leader of the Cartel, was intensely attracted to me and
> that helped. However, I was hell bent on resisting him...
>
> …but I lost an argument with my clitoris during a ride to the Miami
> compound and went down on him at seventy-five miles an hour with five
> cars full of vampires vying for a better view. It was very
> embarrassing.
>
> We finally realized the hard way, being immortal wasn't all about
> vanity. Go figure. Being sentenced to an eternity of immortal critter
> control wasn't what I'd fanged up for, either.
>
>
>
> Completed, the second in the series: The Grateful Undead: Born Again,
> is approximately 89,000 words and takes the immortal women into a
> battle with Erzsebet Bathory, the legendary 'Blood Countess', who has
> a history with Dorius, Marcus' brother. Erzsebet is back to her old
> tricks and bodies start showing up everywhere. The women take a
> detour from their immortal critter control duties to try to apprehend
> Erzsebet with a plan to send her back into servitude with a colorful
> demon named Rafael. They get more than they bargain for, which segues
> into the third novel in the series, The Grateful Undead: Blood, Sweat,
> and Demon tears.
>
>
> I look forward to hearing from you, and thank you for your time and
> consideration.