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Friday, July 17, 2015

First Lines Friday

The first lines of a story can be a powerful hook to capture the imagination.

In comments, tempt us with the first three lines of any chapter. Don't forget your buy link and website/blog link. Have fun!

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Peggy Jaeger said...

by Peggy Jaeger

“Who’s the hunk talking to Sean? The one with the gorgeous eyes and hair, eating the egg roll,” Jane Walters asked Tiffany.

JoAnne Myers said...

"The Possession"

When a frantic 9-1-1 call came into the police station at 8:30p.m. on July 7, 2009, a sobbing twenty-nine-year-old Valerie Harris told the dispatcher she wanted desperately to save the life of her bleeding father, Harry Ridge.
She gave the operator her apartment address. She would later tell authorities that she did not want tokill her sexually abusive father, but only to disable his weapon of abuse-his penis.

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Iris Blobel said...

"I think I love you"

Markus DeLeon stood in front of Tyson and stared at him. The guy looked good in a tuxedo. A smile tugged at his lips, though, when he saw Ty’s hair.
Markus cocked a questioning brow. “The hair?”
Tyson instantly raked his hand through it to mess it up a bit. “Grandma Hazel,” he said through gritted teeth.
Markus laughed. “Did I just see an eye twitch?”
“Oh man, give me a break here, okay.” Tyson looked away. “And where the hell is Oliver?”


Susan Macatee said...

From chapter 5 of Civil War time travel romance, Erin's Rebel.

“Miss Erin?”

Erin groaned as the lilting voice pierced through her dream. Or had it been a nightmare?

Jacqueline Seewald said...

This is from the first chapter of THE DEVIL AND DANNA WEBSTER, a YA romance that both teens and adult women can enjoy and mothers and daughters can share and discuss.

When my mother talked about Lori, she always got a funny look in her eye — not ha-ha funny but strange funny. When I was little, I never understood. As I got older, I wondered more about Lori, but I hardly ever asked because it just seemed to make my mother sad.

Starla Kaye said...

FOR RUBY’S LOVE - From Chapter 2

Daniel decided the two of them needed some space apart and time to cool down. He’d never seen Cal behave this way with a woman. Most of the time, he acted the cowboy gentleman, treating a woman with respect, courtesy, and going out of his way to take care of their every need. But these two rubbed each other wrong.

Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Genre: Contemporary, erotic, western, ménage, gay, GLBT
Heat Level: 4
Length: Novella

Buy Links:
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Author: Starla Kaye

Sylvie Grayson said...


He gestured with his cold cigar, pointing at the younger man. “This is Mr. Rome.”
The second man turned impatiently to stare at her, his face heavily flushed as he braced his hands low on his hips and glared in her direction.
Glared with his good eye, that is, the other eye was black with a gash above it running up across his eyebrow, stitches crawling along it like a caterpillar, the plastic ends bristling. Katy's mouth fell open and she took an involuntary horrified step backward, steadying herself against the battered metal desk behind her.

Suspense, romance and attempted murder!

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Thank you!

Juli D. Revezzo said...

From my Christmas-themed paranormal romantic mystery novel: MURDER UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR, Chapter Six

Helene could still feel Sean's hands and lips sliding over her skin. She bit her lip. Trying to will the memory behind a mental set of lead doors, she focused on her files. She had work to do, a murder to solve.

MURDER UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR by Juli D. Revezzo is $.99 in a Kindle Countdown sale today. Get your copy at Amazon Worldwide.

Sophia Ryan said...


Nick touched his lips to mine, just touched, but that tiny touch sparked a need so strong in me I knew this one simple kiss wouldn’t be enough. I opened my mouth to him, hoping he’d be able to translate the little mewling moan that escaped my throat as “more.” Lucky me. He did.

Wild Rose Press
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Barbara White Daille said...

My three lines from A Rancher of Her Own

Late Monday afternoon, Pete reined in near the quiet corral and dismounted to lead his horse across the yard. When he gave a loud whistle, Eddie came running to take the reins from him.

As boy and horse walked away, Pete turned to Jed, who stood in the barn doorway as if he’d been set there during spring planting and had been sending down roots ever since.

A Rancher of Her Own

Sophia Ryan said...

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Anne Stenhouse said...

This is the opening of my most recent regency-style mayhem, Daisy's Dilemma:
London 1822
“He comes as a conquering hero.”
“What?” Daisy Longreach lifted her chocolate coloured gaze from contemplation of a hothouse peach to her companion’s more sanguine stare. “Who comes?”

Who indeed?
Daisy's Dilemma by Anne Stenhouse is available widely. Here's amazon US and UK

D'Ann said...

From Falling Hard in Crashing Into Love:

What the hell?
He was supposed to be the only client.

stanalei said...

It's been awhile since I've played.
Here's from chapter 5 of Proving Ground:

The musky scent of fall teased Caitlin’s senses as
she headed into the national forest above Rockton on
the back of Uncle Jack’s bike. She had forgotten how
much she missed this time of the year in the mountains.
Autumn didn’t feel or smell like this in Washington,

Reggi Allder said...

The first sentences from my romantic suspense
Money Power and Poison.
In the midnight gloom of a residential street in Carmel, California, business owner Kathryn Carlyle watched the city’s dim lights from the back seat of a speeding police car. She gasped for air as dread tightened her throat. This can’t be happening to me.

Stephanie Queen said...

From USA Today bestselling author Stephanie Queen
Beachcomber Baby - book 3 of the Beachcomber Investigations series

Shana hated that Dane could make her uncomfortable with just a look. Not the kind of discomfort that came from trepidation or embarrassment. The kind of discomfort that was all about need.
She watched him—stared really. He sat across from her in their special semicircular booth at the Lucky Parrot, leveling that look at her. She kept herself still. They were partners, for pity’s sake, not lovers.
She flipped her middle finger at him.
It was extreme, but she was extremely out of sorts.

Rose Anderson said...

COMING OCTOBER 2015 ~ A story from the sweeter side of Rose Anderson's imagination ~ The Changeling. (Murder, babies switched at birth, a spellbook, an insane queen with a foul plot, and a moonlit witch finding love in the Lowlands of Scotland. A tale inspired by the Scottish ballad Tam Lin)
Frances March hurried cautiously along the stable wall. So distracted by their conspiracy of mercy, she nearly jumped out of her shoes at the nicker of a horse. The sooner this deed was done, the better.

Calliope's Writing Tablet

Rose Anderson said...

Thanks for the tip Sophia.

Savanna Kougar said...
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Savanna Kougar said...

by Stevie Klark.

First three lines from Chapter One ~

As horse, Grant Thunderhead galloped over the magnificent harsh terrain of the Four Corners. His territory, as he thought of it, having lived on his small ranch spread for nine years now.

This land of majestic rock sculptures, or hoodoos, held ancient secrets.

IMPRINT: Erotic Romance ManLove
Heat Level: SEXTREME

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Jana Richards said...

Hello Friday! These three lines are from THERE GOES THE GROOM, Book 2 in the Left at the Altar series:

She was going to faint, or throw up. Or trip over her dress. Perhaps all three, possibly at the same time.

Jana Richards
Amazon Author Page

Elena Kincaid said...

UNSHATTERED (Silver Cliff #1) by: Elena Kincaid. An Erotic Contemporary MF Romance. First three lines of chapter 8:

“Why is it that we both keep running into each other when neither of us wants to?”
“Who said I don’t want to?” Nathan asked. Anna had to admit to herself that his cocky smirk made her go weak in the knees.


Thank you.

Helen Henderson said...

Hello Friday. The first chapter line is from Dragon Destiny - For a human, a dragon form comes with more than just the freedom of the sky.

Branin faced the brown dragon with no defense except clenched hands against Drak’s teeth, claws, and fire.

Available at Amazon. For excerpts, complete distribution list, or a free read of the first chapter visit Dragon Destiny excerpt page.

Nancy said...

From Prince Charming Wore Spurs by Nan O'Berry

Water dripped from the tangle of short curls down his face. His expression held as much surprise as hers, she was certain. He took a step toward her. The towel flapped. One protruding muscular thigh insinuated that there were no briefs hidden beneath.

G W pickle said...

This is the opening of my first book "SENTI"
I sit without talking. Her image waits for me to speak. Tears burn my eyes as they mist over. I wipe them away with my uniform sleeve. My throat constricts, forming a lump that makes speech impossible. I stare at what she once was, young and beautiful, remembering how she died, how much I loved Emma, and how I killed her. My heart aches, wishing she was more than a holographic image. I feel a dull, empty pain begin to gnaw at my soul. Slowly reaching out with a trembling hand, I hit the end button.

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Cora said...

This is a short story in the Anthology, Valley Fever, Where Murder is Contagious.


C Street in Fresno was not a street to linger on. The air currents swirling in a chaotic dance unsettled the homeless drunks moving in the shadows. Red neon lights from a bar reflected off the wet pavement like dabs of vermillion from the tip of an Impressionist's paintbrush. Splashed blood. Clarissa tried not to think of Salvador's death in artistic terms, but couldn't help herself.

Valley Fever, Where Murder is Contagious