THE FIRST LINES…
Let’s talk firsts….the first line of a book is supposed to draw you in, make you want to read…make you not want to put the book down…let’s take a look at my first lines…
DRIVEN: I sigh into the welcoming silence, grateful for the chance to escape—even if only momentarily—from the mindsuck of meaningless conversations on the other side of the door.
FUELED: Fucking dreams. Jumbled pieces of time that tumble through my subconscious. Rylee’s here. Filling them. Consuming them.
CRASHED: Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
RACED: What. The. Fuck?
UnRAVELED: I wish that I’d never looked up.
SLOW BURN: My sensations are dulled by the alcohol.
SWEET ACHE: “If you really want someone to manhandle your ass, I’m sure I could arrange for it to happen discreetly for you.”
HARD BEAT: “Are you on a suicide mission, now?”
SECRET PROJECT: Doctors say your heart can stop beating anywhere from four to six minutes – that’s two hundred forty to three hundred sixty seconds – before you die. They’re wrong.
10 YEAR GAP: ha. Nice try. I’m not sharing anything yet.
Which is your favorite first line of a book? I can’t wait to share many more of them with you…