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Tuesday Teaser - tempt us with your current read!
Ellie strode into the squad room and came to a halt in front of Clayton. He glanced up from the file spread across his desk.
Her normally arrow-straight hair looked mussed and untidy as it curled riotously around her face. She grabbed at the wayward strands and tucked them impatiently behind her ears, a frown marring the smooth skin of her forehead.
The Profiler
by AA Chris Taylor (1st in the series)
Her normally arrow-straight hair looked mussed and untidy as it curled riotously around her face. She grabbed at the wayward strands and tucked them impatiently behind her ears, a frown marring the smooth skin of her forehead.
The Profiler


...I sat bolt up in bed, clawing at the sheets. There was no sound in my cabin except the gurgle of the saltwater spring. The clock on my nightstand read just after midnight. Only a dream. I was sure of two things: Annabeth was in terrible danger. And Luke was responsible...
It is from


Arwood Hobbes was bored. Not regular-bored. Not your casual rainy-day, Cat in the Hat-style bored that arrives with the wet, leaving you with nothing to do. It wasn't post-fun or pre-excitement bored, either. It was, somehow, different. It felt rare and deliberate, entire and complete, industrial and inescapable. It was the kind of bored that had you backstroking in the green mist of eternity wondering about the big questions without searching for answers. And it wasn't in short supply either, because it was being dispensed like candy on Halloween to Arwood and others like him at Checkpoint Zulu, at the rim of the Euphrates valley in the heart of Iraq, by the world's largest contractor or boredom: the United States Army.


I've just started reading Nexus

"Sam's muscles rebelled. Against her will her head jerked up, her eyes opened. Someone was in her mind, controlling her body. That realisation snapped her to alertness, sent a jolt of fear up her spine. These were very dangerous people"
"She'd heard all the stories about the Death Shop, like everyone else. A million ways to die. She knew of the packs of wolves as smart as men. She'd heard of the flocks of crows that picked living people to pieces, and Aether storms that behaved like predators. But the worst death in the Death Shop, she decided, was rotting alone."
Under the Never Sky by Veronica Rossi
Under the Never Sky by Veronica Rossi

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Fragile
by Lisa Unger
Maggie turned to look at her son. The blank outer shell had dissolved; he looked the way he had when his best friend in kindergarten had moved away, or when Patches, their dog, had been hit by a car and died in his arms. The profound, unapologetic sadness of youth pushed down the corners of his mouth, sloped his shoulders; it crushed Maggie to see it on his face.

Maggie turned to look at her son. The blank outer shell had dissolved; he looked the way he had when his best friend in kindergarten had moved away, or when Patches, their dog, had been hit by a car and died in his arms. The profound, unapologetic sadness of youth pushed down the corners of his mouth, sloped his shoulders; it crushed Maggie to see it on his face.

Maybe you haven't noticed, but they have a kangaroo and an emu on their coat of arms. In Australia you see something that looks deranged and out of some science fiction novel or toddler's drawing and you just wonder what it'll taste like barbecued.
The Miracle Adjuster by Simon Campbell

Here's mine from Black Rock White City by A.S. Patric
Truth is, Jovan always fails Suzana. When she asked whether it's a good idea to leave Sarajevo, in 1990, and live in Belgrade with Ana and Dejan, and maybe look into the possibility of teaching in London, he laughed. Teaching what? he asked her. Who cares about Yugoslav literature, and what else can he offer anyone? And why would he want to live in London, packed in a concrete box with over six million strangers who will never be anything other than strangers as long as he lives, ants streaming from hundreds of thousands of other concrete boxes. So, no to an exit from Bosnia, in 1990, when an exit was still possible.

From Sweep in Peace by Ilona Andrews.

“You're like the weird f**ked-up sister of yourself, Shelby. Whereas I'm just an extension of my loser self that anyone could have foreseen. I have followed the path set out before me. You veered.” Pg 21
B the BookAddict wrote: "Thanks, Carolyn, your post served as an 'on time' reminder for me. I'm reading Faithful by Alice Hoffman. My teaser is short as I'm not an e-reader and have to type th..."
How do you transfer writing from the e-reader to here? I manually type it up whether it's an ebook or a "real" book... please help make it easier for me too!! lol
How do you transfer writing from the e-reader to here? I manually type it up whether it's an ebook or a "real" book... please help make it easier for me too!! lol

not that I read much on Kindle, LOL
Is it that you can plug your kindle into your PC Brenda? I have had to do that once when my Kindle froze.


You could try.... LOL!

For it was a truth universally acknowledged that a single vicar must be in want of a wife. Someone to make traybakes and scones; someone to teach Sunday school. Of course there were others to fill these roles, but it wasn’t right somehow that there was no one on hand to be officially landed with these jobs. And in some matters, it must be said, it was to a woman the parishioners wanted to unburden themselves.
Found in the delightful

"Walker rubbed the blood from his hand and dialled a number he knew by heart. And on the third ring it was answered and he heard the voice he never wanted to forget, never could forget."
Kill Switch by James Phelan
Kill Switch by James Phelan



"It was a hot day and his shirt sleeves had been rolled up to reveal biceps that rippled with the latent strength of a fighter. His face was clean shaven and the summer sun was leaving a reddish impression on his normally fair skin while his thick mop of brown curling hair touched the collar of his starched white shirt which clung to a broad and muscled chest"
A screech outside the room interrupted her: Elspeth wanting her hairbrush.
'Oh God. My cousin intends to wake the dead this morning.' Georgie swung her legs to the floor.
'Miss Georgina, blaspheming. And where's your nightdress?' Ruth fussed about the bed like some hen pecking at corn kernels.
Daughter of the Murray
by Darry Fraser
'Oh God. My cousin intends to wake the dead this morning.' Georgie swung her legs to the floor.
'Miss Georgina, blaspheming. And where's your nightdress?' Ruth fussed about the bed like some hen pecking at corn kernels.
Daughter of the Murray



“…Countess Nadasdy flitted before her. Vampires walked so silently, it was impossible to hear them coming. The hive queen was wearing a dinner gown of ruched cream lace with an over-jacket of clue brocade. It was very beautiful and very expensive. It also looked, to Imogene’s untrained eye, ever so slightly like an undergarment…”
Ooh forgot! Thanks Sally :)
She loves her children as much as any mother but the truth is she just can't stay at home with them full-time. It's not the amount of energy and time they suck up. The majority of which is spent feeding them, cleaning up after them and ferrying them around to play dates and activities with just the occasional reward of them not whingeing about being bored or not getting their own way.
The Fence
by Meredith Jaffe
She loves her children as much as any mother but the truth is she just can't stay at home with them full-time. It's not the amount of energy and time they suck up. The majority of which is spent feeding them, cleaning up after them and ferrying them around to play dates and activities with just the occasional reward of them not whingeing about being bored or not getting their own way.
The Fence


"People are like plants; they grow toward the light. I chose science because science gave me what I needed- a home as defined in the most literal sense: a safe place to be"
Lab Girl


Dead Again by Sandi Wallace

The Falls by B. Michael Radburn
"The wind from his feathers beat against her hair and - for but a moment - his shadow elongated against the shop's wooden floor. Cath's heart stuttered as she remembered the ominous shadow that had followed her over the castle lawn. The hooded figure, the raised axe.
Heartless by Marissa Meyer
Heartless by Marissa Meyer

Now THAT'S a teaser!
LOL!

Ooh! I like that one!
I finished it last night and am still in shock! It's loosely based on Alice in Wonderland and had a totally unexpected (for me anyway) ending!
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"On the hottest day of the year so far, the sprinklers on the green of the tiny village of Honeybourne made miniature rainbows in the shimmering air. Jasmine Green’s triplets, Rebecca, Rachel and Reuben, squealed as they raced backwards and forwards through the water, while Jasmine folded the last of the bunting from her stall of homemade crafts and furnishings."
The Little Village Bakery