I'm finally starting Ch 4 of my new novella, I'm up way too late, and I can't figure out how the chapter starts. So I figured I'd take a chance and offer up the first 300 words (about a page and a half) of my story for y'all to use as target practice.
It's a paranormal romance tentatively titled "Hellhound."
The shot wasn't difficult. It had taken time to set up, but once the prep was done, it only required patience. He had an abundance of patience. As Nick waited for his mark to appear, he mentally reviewed the file he'd been given.
Lauren Ivers. 28. Virginia native. :: The Ivers had been in Virginia so long, she had family who called the Revolutionary War "an uncomfortable episode."
Graduate of University of Virginia. Advanced degrees in Particle Physics and Aerospace Engineering. :: Translation: Giant nerd-girl.
Spouse/Significant Other/Children: None. :: She lived totally alone. Not even a fish.
Hobbies: Cooking and reading. :: He couldn't figure out how an honest-to-God rocket scientist could burn water. She was better off reading the dozens of romance novels she had piled around her room. He'd picked up a few to give his recon more detail and they'd damn near scorched his eyeballs.
Employment :: Fenris & Associates, a small aerospace firm that designed military aircraft prototypes, tucked innocuously into Ghent - an area of Norfolk so charming and quant it made his teeth hurt.
Security clearance :: High enough that even her family didn't know how high it was.
Moonlights :: Industrial espionage. Traitor. He had copies of e-mails, hidden bank accounts that traced back to her, and her fingerprints, real and cyber, all over a damning amount of evidence. He gave a moment's thought to the fact that there was zero indication of her misdeeds at her house, but maybe she didn't like to bring treason home. The secrets she sold led to casualties all around the globe. Her hands dripped with the blood of innocents.
People didn't end up in his sights for no reason. :: Sinner.
Nick Lyall practically drooled at the thought. The blood of the unrighteous was a tasty treat.