Dear Ms. Snark,
Against the better judgment of her family and friends, Murielle Nelson married the man she is madly in love with, a man she's known for only three weeks. After her whirlwind courtship and spectacular wedding, she believed she had it all; then little oddities about her husband catch her attention. Upon investigating further, Murielle uncovers the truth behind her husband and her in-laws. It's a truth that brings a completely new meaning to 'til death do us part and sets her on a path that, once she starts on, she won't ever be able to come back from.
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(category would be helpful here-fiction? true crime? science fiction? middle grade reader?)
Murielle waited for her husband to get into bed with her. He always expected her to be sleeping when he returned home, but tonight was different. She held her breath as he climbed into bed and drew the covers up. Murielle's hand tightened around the dagger she hid beneath her pillow and continued waiting. When the time on the clock passed the five-minute mark, Murielle slowly pulled the knife out and turned to face her husband.
His features were enchanting and handsome. She fell for the dimples, his killer dimples, and the baby blue eyes. She thought she was so lucky to have met him, and to have him propose to her. Had she been sane, she would have listened to her mother's warning about marrying a man after knowing him for only three weeks.
Straightening, Murielle lifted the dagger just above his chest. Seconds passed and she couldn't do it. She couldn't kill her husband. Murielle's shoulders slumped. As she turned to put the dagger back under her pillow, his fingers wrapped around her wrist.
His baby blue eyes turned black. Blacker then anything she'd ever seen before. It most certainly wasn't what she wanted to see, but at the same time, it was.
(here's where you get interesting. The previous stuff is just revving the engine)
"What do you think you're doing?"
He wasn't angry. He was amused. That right there should have been enough warning for her to keep her mouth shut. "It's over, Charles."
He laughed. Murielle wrenched her hand free of his grip and slid off the edge of the bed. She shivered now, but it was with anger and not the cold that filled the room. "What are you?"
"You shouldn't ask things like that. It's not nice."
"Elle," Charles chided, "Keep your voice down or you'll wake my parents."
Murielle looked at the heavy wooden door before she realized her folly. Charles was on her in an instant, swiping the blade out of her hand and forcing her against the wall. "Go back to bed and never try to do that again and I'll forget you even tried."
Murielle looked away, trying to find the dagger. She saw the shiny handle sticking out from just under the bed. "I'm sorry," She lamented, trying with all her might to sound earnest.
Charles smoothed his hand against the side of her head, a move so tender it repulsed her. She didn't return his kiss, and was all too happy to move away from him when he let her. She was three steps away from the dagger when he called out to her.
She turned to look at him. He lifted his hand and for a moment, she thought he was going to hit her. She even felt a phantom pain against the side of her face before she saw the dagger in his hand and realized what had happened. Her fingers were red with blood when she pulled them away from her cheek.
"Good night, Elle." He had the audacity to smile.
Shaken, Murielle got back in bed and watched her husband walk to the door. "Remember, my parents like their eggs scrambled. They'll be expecting breakfast in the morning."
Murielle wouldn't respond. Charles continued as if it never mattered. "Theo and Stephen are coming tomorrow to stay for the weekend. They'll be here at noon. Send them to my study when they arrive."
Gripping her pillow tightly in one hand, Murielle closed her eyes and tried not to think of those black eyes as her husband left.
use of the word dagger makes me think this isn't modern day true crime.
It's really helpful to know more about what kind of book this is so that I know whether dagger is you trying to be clever describing a knife, or if this is some sort of bodice ripper wherein daggers, dragons and kitchen wenches appear.
I'd probably read one or two more pages to see if you get lost in Description Alley again. I'd like to see a bit more about the plot in the cover letter.