Daniel is an author with unconventional research techniques. Will his strategy for a book about a female serial killer be the death of his marriage - or of his wife?
Excerpt:
“Oh, I guess we didn’t tell you. I shelved that story.”
They entered his office and he handed her the first few pages of a different project. She skimmed the first paragraph, then stopped to look up at him. “Why did you set aside the other one? It sounded like a great idea.”
Daniel sat behind his desk, gesturing for Lena to take a seat. “I need to understand the killers, get to know them, understand their motives and desires. I wasn’t able to do that with Desirée.”
“That was your killer’s name?” she asked, opting to sit on the edge of his desk rather than the chair he had indicated.
Her long, athletic legs drew his eyes like a magnet as she crossed them. He blinked then returned his attention to her face. “Tentatively.”
“And you broke it off with me when you realized it wasn’t working.”
Her aura had changed from polite to provocative in an instant, making Daniel uncomfortable and confused. “Lena, I...”
She interrupted him by announcing, “I could help you understand her.” Leaning on one arm, exposing the curve of a bare breast through a gap in her buttoned blouse, she stared out the window as she spoke. “Your killer, you said she craved desire?”
Daniel glanced into the hallway, willing Allison to walk in. “Yes. She needed her husband’s attention and became obsessed with anyone who took it from her.”
“See, there’s your mistake. She’s not married.”
“No?” he asked, looking through the door once more.
“You see, in her pursuit of desire, she does questionable things. Seeking out married men and alternative relationships for example.” She dipped her head. “But no matter what she does, it is elusive and temporary.” At this she met his wary gaze. “It can wear a girl down.”
Daniel is an author with unconventional research techniques. Will his strategy for a book about a female serial killer be the death of his marriage - or of his wife?
Excerpt:
“Oh, I guess we didn’t tell you. I shelved that story.”
They entered his office and he handed her the first few pages of a different project. She skimmed the first paragraph, then stopped to look up at him. “Why did you set aside the other one? It sounded like a great idea.”
Daniel sat behind his desk, gesturing for Lena to take a seat. “I need to understand the killers, get to know them, understand their motives and desires. I wasn’t able to do that with Desirée.”
“That was your killer’s name?” she asked, opting to sit on the edge of his desk rather than the chair he had indicated.
Her long, athletic legs drew his eyes like a magnet as she crossed them. He blinked then returned his attention to her face. “Tentatively.”
“And you broke it off with me when you realized it wasn’t working.”
Her aura had changed from polite to provocative in an instant, making Daniel uncomfortable and confused. “Lena, I...”
She interrupted him by announcing, “I could help you understand her.” Leaning on one arm, exposing the curve of a bare breast through a gap in her buttoned blouse, she stared out the window as she spoke. “Your killer, you said she craved desire?”
Daniel glanced into the hallway, willing Allison to walk in. “Yes. She needed her husband’s attention and became obsessed with anyone who took it from her.”
“See, there’s your mistake. She’s not married.”
“No?” he asked, looking through the door once more.
“You see, in her pursuit of desire, she does questionable things. Seeking out married men and alternative relationships for example.” She dipped her head. “But no matter what she does, it is elusive and temporary.” At this she met his wary gaze. “It can wear a girl down.”