When his first love is killed in a prom night car wreck, teen genius Daniel Frank uses his award-winning science research to bring her back from the dead. Daniel instantly becomes a national hero and media superstar, but when Jane’s health begins to fail, everyone, including Daniel, wonders if defying death is really possible. Public adoration turns to suspicion, a criminal investigation, lawsuits, and a restraining order. Daniel must find a way to save Jane or he’ll have to watch her die again, knowing he’s responsible for her suffering. Jane's life may depend on factors Daniel’s logical mind can’t grasp. Why does she keep having “near-death” visions of heaven? Daniel doesn’t believe in fate, souls, an afterlife, or anything that can’t be proven scientifically. Then again, Daniel didn’t believe in love--before Jane.
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Thank you for considering BODY AND SOUL, a YA light science fiction love story, complete at 45,000 words. The first 250 words are included below.
BODY AND SOUL
Jane is dead, but I don’t know that yet. I don’t remember how the night ended, so I wake up happy.
I don’t realize where I am. I don’t even realize I’m awake yet. Jane is lying dead, and precious time is passing, and my half-awake mind is playing scenes from last night, prom night, just like some cheesy date movie.
I ride my bike to Jane’s house wearing a rented tuxedo, pedaling fast so that I don’t have time to sweat in the heat that radiates from the
She actually says, “Wow, you look great!” when she reaches the bottom of the steps, and she leans forward, on tiptoes, to kiss my cheek. I inhale sweetness--vanilla and sugar--and feel a strange ache inside my chest, like a tender spot, which seems to appear whenever I’m close to Jane. And then I’m just standing there staring at her. I can never quite figure out why she’s so much more beautiful than any other pretty girl.
“Do you like my dress?” Jane asks, probably because I’m gawking at her like an idiot. “It was my mom’s,” she adds.
The dress is cream-colored lace, old-fashioned--different from the slinky prom dresses most girls wear--and it hugs her body.
“Yes,” I answer stupidly. I can’t think of what else to say.