Friday, July 19, 2013

A few lines from CHINA BLUE by Kat Attala

At eight pm, he drove to the camp. The dark skies overhead made it seem later than dusk. Just to make sure he covered his bases, he ran his Jeep off the road in a ravine deep enough to need a tow-truck to get out. By the time he reached her Craftsman house, he was soaked to the skin. Damn! He never thought a summer rain could be so freaking cold. A woman who fed the squirrels and birds would not turn her back on a stranded motorist. Would she? 

He knocked on the door and waited. The air rumbled with a distant thunder. In the past decade, he had thought about her many times: The sad young girl with the magnificent eyes. So he wasn't prepared for the woman who opened the door. Her eyes were that same bright blue, but the rest of her bore little resemblance to the skinny teenager in that hospital
bed. Her hair had grown back and fell below her shoulders in thick black waves. Denim jeans molded long legs and a fitted tee shirt revealed a hint of cleavage at the scoop neck. But her most striking feature was the rifle cradled in her arms.

Please stop by next week for a few lines from Hazel Statham.

Please stop back next week for a few lines from Hazel Statham.

Friday, July 12, 2013

A few lines from NIGHTINGALE, by Juliet Waldon

by Juliet Waldron - from Books We Love Ltd

What the book is about:
Count Maximilian discovers Klara in a Nightingale Cage, an orphanage for the abandoned children of musicians. He educates her, fosters her remarkable vocal talent and initiates her into the art of love, creating the perfect mistress. The Count controls every aspect of Klara's life, until fate, in the form of handsome Akos Almassy, takes a hand. The tall, dark Magyar violinist can make beautiful music and healing potions, too, but can he rescue Klara from the Count--and live?

A few lines:

"By the Blessed Mother, I shall not be your slave forever. I swear it!"

Max stopped at the door, one powerful hand resting on the high latch, gazing back at her.

"The day will come when I shall relinquish you to whatever fate devises," he replied evenly, as if this, too, was an outcome he would control. "But, Klara, haven't your teachers explained that words should be chosen precisely? You are not my slave. A more perfect metaphor would be that of a little brown nightingale kept in a fine and luxurious cage for her own good."

"Your pet!"

"My sweet, sweet songbird." Tenderness, for the first time in this encounter, entered his voice. "My beautiful and wonderfully talented Nightingale."

As she began to weep, he'd said, "Now listen to me, Maria Klara and listen well! I charge you to always remember, I am the one who holds the key to your cage."

Also by Juliet Waldron from Books We Love, "Mozart's Wife" and the companion novel, "My Mozart," both set in the fast and loose theatrical world of 18th Century Vienna.

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Check back next week for a few lines from author Kat Attalla.

Friday, July 5, 2013

A few lines from Wolf Magic - by Shirley Martin

Wolf Magic
Avador Book 5
by Shirley Martin
from Books We Love Ltd 

This scene takes place after the heroine has been jailed for stealing.

He reached her cell and... Annwn?

Shock rendered him speechless, his throat dry. His heart pounded wildly.

Sitting on the floor, she held her shift in clawed hands, her arms and legs covered with fur. Her face red with shame, she turned away from him. He heard her sobs, saw her trembling.

This is Annwn?

He clenched his hands, fighting for control. Helpless to do anything, he could only stare. He discarded his shock; his heart turned over with love and pity for her.

Juliet Waldron is next on July 16