A psychological thriller about a New York writer, whose life spins out of control as chapters from her unpublished manuscript about a serial killer mysteriously play out in real life just days after she writes them.

SYNOPSIS:

10 years ago Darcy Hannah was the talk of the New York literary scene. Her first novel, a scathing look into her own marriage to Richmond Carter (think Mailer, Salinger and Hemingway rolled into one explosive, bigger than life personality) put her on top of the world. But the years pass and writer’s block sets in. Darcy finds herself a has-been at 35. No agent. No manuscript. No direction home. Just her students, who are more interested in her “glory days” with Richmond then what she has to teach them about writing. Her only friend is Martin, a wealthy, trust-fund socialite who keeps her connected to New York’s downtown art scene. Their relationship is plutonic and most weird but Martin may be the only stabilizing thing in Darcy’s life.

Enter Ming, a mysterious young student from Hong Kong via Germany. Everything about him screams danger. His scars. His anger. His sexuality. His writing. Darcy is drawn to him like the proverbial moth to the flame. He lights a fire in her that sparks a resurgence of creativity. After following him into the underbelly of the city she finds her voice as a writer again. It is dark and deadly and quite commercial. Her first chapter has an agent that Martin introduces her to salivating for more. He tells her, “This will make a great movie.”

And then the insanity begins. The tabloid headlines scream with the real-life gruesome murder by a killer who paints with his victim’s blood. It is a scene right out of Darcy’s first chapter. Darcy refuses to believe Ming has hacked into her computer and re-enacted the scene although he is the obvious suspect. She finds herself so consumed by him that she dares to write a second chapter to see what happens. There is another murder and another blood painting. Ming denies any of it but he is hiding something. Martin tries to get Darcy to end the insanity. He insists she stop writing and stop seeing Ming. But Darcy is overcome by the power this novel has given her and she continues her story going deeper and deeper into her own madness as we wonder who is the killer? Ming? Martin? Richmond? Or is it Darcy?