I'm back, with a tiny request that I hope comes across the right away. I've received feedback a couple times that my weird premise doesn't fit with the romance genre. This is completely fine feedback--I know I took a risk with my plot choice. If you share this opinion, could you please let me know how I could reframe my query to sound more appealing? For example, it's been suggested to focus more on the humour and romance elements, which I've tried to do here. Thank you! I've include my first 300 words below as well.
Dear XX,
With your interest in XX, I’m excited to share A SCRATCHED UP KIND OF LOVE, a 90,000-word speculative contemporary romance. It combines the cozy magic of Sounds like Love by Ashley Poston, the black cat/golden retriever relationship dynamic of Swift and Saddled by Lyla Sage, and the outlandish humour of Love and Other Conspiracies by Mallory Marlowe.
Cassie Costa mostly suppresses her desires–until an itch-inducing curse makes love irritating to ignore.
Men usually reject Cassie's intense, and, okay, slightly mean energy. So when she's asked out by her crush Jon, a happy-go-lucky regular guest at the Vancouver Island inn where she works, she declines. He couldn’t like the real her. Anyway, her practical dream to open a coffee shop consumes her. Until she develops a funny-looking rash that itches when she’s (frequently) annoyed…
Then Jon gets the rash. Sweet, passive Jon, who chuckled at Cassie's insult when they met. At least his itching and vaguely mentioned career issues fluster him. To uncover the irritating cause, he agrees they'll examine the cryptic clues they've received.
Their very serious investigative texts turn flirty, but Cassie’s just having fun. They discover that they both unhappily met this weird spiritual lady years ago, separately. She based a workshop on the cure: her Five Tasks to De-Itch Your Irritating Life.
Cassie thinks it's nonsense–empty platitudes to fumble through. Help others? But when Cassie must open herself up to something new and denies her crush, the itching intensifies. Cassie has to admit: Jon's patience as she berated an unsuspecting student was nice. And when he resists break old habits and surprisingly experiences pain, Cassie just wants to help.
As they grow closer, Cassie becomes angry as Jon hides personal problems. Surely his patience for her will expire. Cassie must decide whether she’ll accept the curse’s demands into her non-magical life: to improve herself and let love in.
I have a professional writing minor from the University of XX and once owned a cafe. Residing in XX, I’m now in property management and barely tolerate caffeine. Thank you for considering my work.
First 300 Words
If the Park of Broken Dreams were a cup of coffee, it’d be a gas station drip. Though capable of providing a burst of thrill from the rusted and questionably slanted slide, or that creaky swing, ultimately, you better avoid it.
I knew this, yet today I leaned back against the peeling, sliver-inducing picnic table whose bench I sat on and opened the YouTube video Dana sent. I assumed Jon would arrive his usual three-to-five minutes late. On this breezy summers’ afternoon—just sixteen degrees Celsius, barely warm, really—I couldn’t fathom why he’d asked to meet here for lunch.
“Whatcha watching, Cassie?”
I paused the video—two minutes in, not bad—and glanced to my right to find Jon less than a foot away. There he was, just now sitting down, a small smile bringing out the laugh lines and corner eye wrinkles on his handsome face, a hand brushing his floppy brown hair back. I’d spent months examining that face over lunchtime hang outs at the inn next door where I worked. I never tired of his many different smiles, the way his nostrils flared when he was amused. Something was probably wrong with me. His face shouldn’t still intrigue me so much.
I tried to hold back my own smile today. I’d seen him once already; this hardly necessitated excitement. Some self-respect was required. Keeping my gaze on his grey eyes, I scooted closer, stopping myself when the stubble covering his strong jawline screamed out rub me. Yikes, Cassie.
“Oh, my roommate sent me this clip from The Mummy. She’d never watched it before this weekend.”
Jon leaned over my shoulder, looking down at my phone. I spotted goosebumps on his arms, below the sleeves of his t-shirt, but that was probably because of the ocean breeze, not how close we sat.