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Category and Genre: New Adult, Suspense Thriller
Word Count: 80,000
Jessamine Rhodes, a visually impaired university student, must identify and subdue an elusive killer or risk becoming the next victim. However, the cost may be her love for JD, the reclusive disc jockey with a violent past.
Marvell Lake, a summer resort and university town that appeals to an upscale clientele with an active nightlife scene, is plagued by a series of homicides. The vicious killer utilizes a modified garden tool as a weapon to dispatch victims in a graphic method unique to the motives of the perpetrator.
Jessamine, a strong, independent, young dancer may be the only one capable of ending the bloodshed. Laced with insight into dance techniques and a strict, unwritten code of etiquette, a gathering of young dance contestants compete for the ultimate dance trophy while shadowed by a vengeful killer.
FIRST 250 WORDS:
10:30 A.M. September 27. Marvell Lake, New York
Jessamine discreetly removed the forest green, satin sheet which covered her legs. She placed the soles of her bare feet on the cool, hardwood floor and rose to a standing position. The woman’s latest romantic encounter, Kurt Degen, stirred beneath the sheets and reluctantly opened his eyes.
“What time is it?” he murmured.
Jessamine did not turn to face her companion. “It’s morning...”
Dressed only in crimson red, Chantilly lace, baby-doll lingerie, Jessamine stretched her arms and casually walked across the floor in the direction of the bedroom window. She pulled both panels of the forest green, room darkening drapes aside along the curtain rod and raised the window sash. The young woman gazed out of the open, second floor window at the street below.
“Kurt, again, thank you for seeing me home last night.”
He smiled as he observed how the physique of the young woman partially obstructed the brilliant sunshine which entered the bedroom.
“You showed your gratitude yesterday evening…and once again this morning,” he stated casually.
Jessamine arched her back and closed her eyes as an early autumn breeze entered through the open window and penetrated the small bedroom. She raised her pale, slender arms above her head and exposed her petite frame to the warm air. The gentle zephyrs penetrated the bedroom and gradually dispersed the distinctive aroma of stale liquor and sex.
“As pleasurable as it was…it’s time for you to go,” she informed him.