I haven't stopped tweaking this one, and I'm feeling like I've cut it too short (the synopsis is only 216 words), but I'm too close to it to know what would need added? This one's hopefully going to be my last attempt.
First attempt here.
Hi AGENT,
I’m excited to offer WHERE SHADOW MEETS SHORE, a standalone with series potential YA Romantasy, told in dual POV and complete at 89,000 words. It blends the deep romantic yearning and afflicted United States world of The Gravewood by Kelly Andrew (2026) with the hunter stakes and shadow threat of Shadow Reaper by Lynette Noni (2026). I’m submitting to you per your MSWL request for [PERSONALIZATION].
Lyra Fable, seventeen, is devoted to killing the shadow-wielding deities who murdered her best friend. She hunts them on the coast, where their foggy shadows cling to the shore, and where the humans who touch the darkness turn into blood-crazed vampires. Armed with her dagger and the flowers she dries for luck, Lyra takes up a hunt for the deities’ leader—and runs right into the best friend she thought was dead.
Seventeen-year-old Kaveh Thorne faked it all. He left the night his violent shadow magic surfaced and told him to hurt Lyra, the girl he loved. After years of searching for answers, he finally discovers what’s causing the voices: his father and leader of the deities, Everan Thorne. And when a hunt to find Everan reveals a plot to inject Lyra with the voices, the only solution is to kill him.
If they fail, Everan will control her. If they succeed, Kaveh can finally stay without hurting her. But even Lyra knows only shadows can defeat shadows, and using Kaveh’s means inviting the voices that demand a blade to her throat. So she steels her heart when he teaches her how to photograph sunsets with his Polaroid, knowing their love will be her destruction—because his shadows might slay Everan, but they’ll bury Lyra, too.
I work at [publishing house]. Fueled by ADHD and a decade-long love for all things romance, I bounce between reading, writing, and playing farming simulation games and fretting over which sim to marry. WHERE SHADOW MEETS SHORE would be my debut.
I know you must receive a high number of queries, so thank you for taking the time to read mine! Warmly,
[name] writing as [pen name]
FIRST 300:
In her thirteen years of being a Watcher, Lyra’s prey had never found its way inside the manor.
The Astral stood in the foyer, surrounded by glittering stained glass windows that glowed purple and orange. He glowed too, a halo that radiated off his body like all Astrals. His yellow was tame, maybe mind reading or cognition. Better than the fires of red or the telekinesis of purple.
He spread his hands as if greeting an old friend. “Hello, dear Watcher,” he said, his voice like wind chimes that clattered too harshly in a raging summer storm.
Lyra tensed by the open door. It took two Watchers to take down an Astral, and her partner—her adoptive father, Rhys—was parking the truck outside. This Astral must have known she would be alone. Either that, or he’d willingly stepped into what could have been a manor full of the people hunting his kind.
He smiled warmly. “My name is Caius, and I have come with a tip, darling. You do not have to look so afraid.”
“I’m not,” Lyra snapped. Her hand shook around the hilt of her dagger, strapped to her outer thigh.
Astrals were the offspring of the stars—according to myth, they’d hidden for centuries, watching humanity, deciding if it was worthy of the space it claimed in the world. No one had expected it when hundreds of Astrals descended from the cosmos and summoned the shadows that had caused the Darkening.
“Bygones, am I right?” Caius said.
Lyra tightened her grip on her dagger hilt. “Get out of my head.”
He tapped his temple. “Alas, I cannot.” He scanned the room with that lazy smile, lingering on the crystal chandelier with flickering candlelight flames, the dual hardwood staircases spiraling waxed steps up either side of the room, and the arched walkway lined with mounted blades underneath.