These are the opening lines from a new horror/urban fantasy I’m writing. This is not my hero, but the first murder victim that triggers the story.
Daylight fades the evening darkness falls
Dave had always had a thing for Asian women. Like the petite beauty walking beside him. Man, she was a stunner, way out of his league. Tiny, childlike body swaying gently at his side. Pale shapely legs, bared beneath a short, flared skirt and long dark hair hanging in a thick ponytail down her spine. A schoolgirl fantasy made flesh. Why she’d picked him out at the bar was beyond him. He wasn’t anything special. A forty something, slightly tubby, slightly balding desk jockey.
eviejayne 
My sons could identify. The oldest has been with his girlfriend from Hong Kong for 9 years. The middle son’s last girlfriend was Japanese. The youngest was involved with a Japanese-Ukrainian-Canadian girl.
Intriguing intro. I liked the villain’s POV.
Is he the villain or the murder victim?
Victim, Cara. The Asian girl is the villain.
Ahhh, stupid guy. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is, right?? He’ll pay dearly…
Good beginning, Evie. 🙂
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