Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. The idea is to give everyone a look inside the book you’re reading.
Play along: Grab your current read; Open to a random page; Share two teaser sentences from that page; Share the title and author so that other participants know what you’re reading.
This week, my teaser comes from Chasing the Night by Iris Johansen.
“But Eve had her own life, her own priorities. She didn’t even know if she could help Catherine. Should she become involved in trying to—” (47)
What are you teasing us with this week?
“But Eve had her own life, her own priorities. She didn’t even know if she could help Catherine. Should she become involved in trying to—” (47)
“I run my fingers through the thick layer of bubbles in my tub. Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look.” (59)
“To the rocket scientist, you are a problem. You are the most irritating piece of machinery he or she will ever have to deal with. You and your fluctuating metabolism, your puny memory, your frame that comes in a million different configurations. You are unpredictable. You’re inconsistent. You take weeks to fix.” (15)
“It was evening when the axe-wielding barbarians arrived at my door. The sun was sinking behind the western ramparts, casting the sky and all below it in copper.” (1)
“It looked like Julian was going to have a good party some time between Christmas and New Year’s, because he has asked Ed Charney, the big shot, if he could get him a case of champagne, good champagne, and deliver it the day after Christmas. Ed, of course, said he’d be only too glad to get some good champagne, and he had attended to the matter himself.” (17)
“The first thing I noticed was the clarity of the air, and the sharp green colour of the land. There was no softness anywhere.” (1)
“My brother Vernon went on ahead. I woke up and felt for him but the bed was dry and my brother Creed was already up. He had his overalls on and he was telling me that I had to get up too because it was after four-thirty and the cows wouldn’t wait.” (3)