These six sentences are from my soon to be published novel,
The Tourist Killer.
As he began to loosen his tie he saw Star enter from a cloud of steam pouring out of the bath.
She was wearing nothing but beads of hot water, glistening as they rolled down her face, arms and chest.
Stepping into the room with cooler air gave her goose bumps. Her hair was soaked and pulled back into a wet ponytail that fell well past her shoulders and supplied a constant stream of water down her back. Wet, her blonde hair appeared darker.
The water streaming off her nude body created a soggy trail across the carpet.
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