A black business card tumbles to the floor as she’s slipping out of her bra. The man in the white tuxedo picks it up.
“Miss Murder,” he reads, loose-tied and champagne-drunk. “Named after the song.”
“No,” she says and reaches into her purse. “Named after me.”
One click and he was dead.
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Jessica A. McMinn is an aspiring author based in NSW, Australia. She writes new adult dark fantasy fiction, short stories of various genres, book reviews and shares the occasional insight into her writer’s life.
Since graduating from the University of Wollongong with Distinction in BCA (Creative Writing) and BA (Japanese), Jessica has spent five years in Japan teaching English, all while working on her first novel: The Ruptured Sky (Gardens of War & Wasteland #1).
In her free time she enjoys watching trashy TV, crafting, gaming, annoying her cat and raising her beautiful baby boy.
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