I’ve got another thing going on this weekend so I may or may not be around. Just in case… a MeMe mashup. I’m mashing my Friday 56 up with my Saturday Snippets.
So from page 56 of my current WIP…*G* Book 3 in my RS trilogy…
“Something…shit. I don’t know, it’s like there are pieces missing from the puzzle and until I’ve got those pieces, I can’t find whatever so-called closure I’m supposed to find to get on with my life.”
And because I can already hear people gnashing their teeth, here’s a longer snippet.
Although it’s not from page 56…
Edgy and restless, Law left Lena and Roz in the café while he headed down to the post office. There was no real reason for him to go down there. Hope had already been out here this morning, but he couldn’t stay in the café, either.
Edgy…restless, like something was nipping at his heels.
As he passed by the sheriff’s department, he absently glanced toward it. Sometimes he still half-expected to see Neilson striding out of there—he didn’t know if he’d ever get used to not seeing that guy.
As he went to look away, though, he found himself freezing.
Doing a double-take.
Shit.
It was her.
Nia.
Nia Hollister.
Fuck…
The air dwindled down out of his lungs. At the same time, he felt his heart start to race in his chest.
Shit.
Son of a bitch.
What in the hell…
That was when he noticed Ezra, walking along beside her.
Ezra caught sight of him and then he glanced past him, toward the café. Something dark flashed through the other man’s eyes—something Law couldn’t quite define. Worry. Nerves.
What the fuck…he didn’t care about Ezra. She was here. What was she doing here?
As they came to a stop in front of Law, he stared at her, into those pale gold eyes.
About the Friday 56
- Grab the book nearest you. Right now ~~FYI, this was the closest-open on my laptop, can’t get much closer… ;o)
- Turn to page 56.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
- Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
- Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
You’re such a tease. One of these days I’ll get you my pretty.
Love the snippets.
The sheer grimness in his voice had her picking up her pace. Four young women were being raped. He was right. No waiting for backup.
Last Chance – Christy Reece
interesting snippet. Hmm… well here’s mine: Shit. What were the odds? What were the fucking odds?
Linda Howard’s new book: Veil of Night
Beast Behaving Badly by Shelly Laurenston, my very handy mouse mat of the moment!
He stared down at her and she stared up at him. She kept smiling even when he didn’t. Finally, he asked, “What time did we agree on?”