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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 ...