Title: MISSING EMILY
Category/Genre: Women’s Fiction
Word Count: 85,000
My Main Character would prefer to live in:
My main character would prefer to live in: Cape Cod. Spring is her best time, when the irises and tulips are blooming and the birds come home. No, better in the summer, when the blue hydrangeas are ready to cut for the table and the bass are running. But she loves autumn’s crisp days with skies so blue and trees red, gold, and orange. In the winter, when ice glazes over the harbors and ponds, sparkling in the electric air, she’d like to be in Florida!
Thea is almost there. In a week, she’ll be awarded her law degree from Suffolk University in Boston. Her years of work, study, and financial struggles as a single mom are nearly over. She’ll take Emily home to Cape Cod, finally able to give her four-year-old the love and attention she deserves.
Katherine is desperate. All of her wealth cannot save Madison. No donor match has been found for a bone marrow transplant, the only treatment that will keep her daughter alive. Katherine’s last hope is her ex-husband’s illegitimate child, who might be a match. But years ago, she’d made an enemy of Thea, whom she now fears would not consent to having Emily as a donor.
With no other choice, Katherine hires a man to kidnap Emily.
The police suspect Thea’s involvement in Emily’s abduction when her polygraph test is inconclusive, and she hesitates to reveal the name of Emily’s father. Despite her grief and anguish, she must do everything she can to find Emily.
As she waits for the results of the donor tests, Katherine questions how far she will go to save her daughter. What she will do if the child is a match. Or worse—if she is not.
Missing Emily is contemporary women’s fiction with dual protagonists. It will appeal to readers who enjoyed Jacquelyn Mitchard’s The Year of Fog, and Jodi Picoult’s My Sister’s Keeper.
First 250 words:
When Thea Connor drove across the Cape Cod Canal on the Sagamore Bridge, all of the tension eased out of her body. She looked far down at the water, where toy-sized boats churned up fluffy white wakes.
She stuck her hand back between the bucket seats and tickled Emily’s knee. “Hey, giggle girl, where are we?”
“Home,” her four-year-old sang out, as she did every time they crossed the bridge.
They drove by Hannah’s favorite Christmas Tree Shop, stoking Thea’s grief. If only her mother was still with them. Why did she have to die right before she saw Thea pass the bar and return home to practice law on the Cape?
Hannah had been so proud of Thea’s accomplishments. That pride had helped support her through the hard times. How could Emily understand the loss of her grandmother, who had been an integral part of her life since the day she was born? Hannah had loved them both so dearly. Thea blinked her eyes against the tears.
It took another thirty minutes to arrive in Orleans and pull up the hill to Knoll Cottage. She stepped out of the RAV 4, feeling a surge of joy, and inhaled the crisp, cool air. Home. She woke Emily, unbuckled her from her car seat, and lifted her to the ground.
Before she was fully awake, Emily began to talk. “Mommy, what’s growing in my garden now?”