[QCRIT] OUR SHEETS (New Adult, Romance, Fantastical Realism, 75k, first attempt) + 300 words

Repost because I'm new at this and I made I dumb mistake with the tense.

Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at writing a query letter for this book, I'd like to know if this is any good, and what points can I improve it?

Thank you so much in advance.

Luke has lucid dreams every day since his first death. After being clinically dead for two hours following a car crash, he finds himself with the capacity to create vivid worlds and epic tales during his sleep.

Many years after the accident, Luke adapts to this lifestyle. He builds a family, earns a degree, and gains academic respect. as a doctor But dreaming never stops being the highlight of his days. He never finds excitement in life to form truly deep connections with anyone.

On the seventh anniversary of his marriage, his wife Margot decides to commemorate with a special trip. The two spend 35 days in the Brazilian national park of the Lençóis Maranhenses, or the “Maranhense Sheets.”

It is during this trip that Luke’s dreams begin to change when a strange woman begins to appear in multiple nights. Iara is her name. Every two nights she joins him in the epic tales of his mind. And every interaction with her brings more joy and love than anything in the real world.

The nights have never been more exciting, yet the days have never been more dull.

That is until one day, while traveling between the dunes of the Sheets, he catches a glimpse of a girl emerging from the waters. She bears an uncanny resemblance to the woman in his dreams, crushing his ideas of dreams and reality. Luke becomes obsessed with uncovering the identity of this mysterious person, driving him to pursuit that will threaten his marriage, his reputation, and his sanity.

OUR SHEETS is a 75k-word Thriller Romance intended for a new adult audience. It mixes the realistic and the fantastical, offering a critique of marriage, masculinity, the male gaze, and escapism—echoing themes from instant classics like Gone Girl and Eyes Wide Shut.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

THE 300 WORDS

I died for the first time eleven seconds out of the womb. The umbilical cord had wrapped around my neck during birth, preventing any air from entering my lungs. My father said he helped the doctors revive me during the CPR procedure, and by help, he meant kneeling and asking God to perform a miracle. Unless he was praying in the rhythm of “Stayin' Alive” by the Bee Gees, I doubt he was much of a participant.

My mother used to call me her grappette, due to the purple skin I had when I was born.

Thinking back now, that might-ve been a little morbid. Maybe it was a defense mechanism to remind her of my fragility, to keep me safe, like those intrusive thoughts you have when crossing a high bridge, picturing you jumping off, with the body falling head first to the pavement, crushing your skull, breaking your neck, yadda yadda yadda. You don’t do it, of course, you move away from the edge because you are a sane person.

My second death was at 21, driving drunk on the highway with a few cousins after a family dinner. We were exchanging the driver seat, but I was the one behind the steering wheel when the moment happened. My favorite cousin, Simon, was sitting with me on the front, while the other two sat on the back, whispering and giggling words made for them and only them. I could never prove it, but I always figured that there was something between those two, something undeniably nasty, but I can’t say I didn’t find it intriguing.

I’m sorry, I just caught myself on a tangent. I’m not talking about love, at least not right now.