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These are my weekly blog memes. Each day has one (Sunday has two).

Monday: Monday’s First Sentence
Tuesday: First Chapter First Paragraphs Tuesday Intros
Wednesday: Waiting on Wednesday
Thursday: Teaser Thursday
Friday: Friday’s Page 69
Saturday: Cover Lover Saturday
Sunday: Weekly Quote & Sunday’s TBR Updates

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Vox

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Vox


“And after that?” I ask, back in my chair with my jeans sticking to me.
“Well-” He turns toward one of the Secret Service men.
The man nods.
“Back to one hundred words a day?” I say.
“Actually, Dr. McClellan -and I’m telling you this in strict confidence, understand?- actually, we’ll be increasing the quota at some point in the future. Once everything gets back on course.”
Well, this is new. I wait to see what other confidential tidbits he’s got up his sleeve.

Teaser Thursday ~ Scared to Death

Teaser Thursday ~ Scared to Death

Today my fiance had a chance to pick a page number and he decided on page 133!

No more than two or three drops fell, but they hit him directly on the head. And that was when I knew, without any doubt at all, that I was right. Vladimir screamed and leapt out of his chair. The book tumbled to the floor. As Nathalie rushed across from the kitchen, he stood there, one hand pressed against his face. It was as if he was being burned alive. I couldn’t believe that a minuscule amount of water could have such an effect. But of course, this wasn’t ordinary water. And this wasn’t an ordinary man.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Ben Braver and the Incredible Exploding Kid

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Ben Braver and the Incredible Exploding Kid


Sixty miles per hour.
The top speed of a Vespa scooter.
I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think sixty miles an hour is fast enough to outrun an exploding atom bomb.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Night Raiders

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Night Raiders


“I know I shouldn’t ask,” said Mrs Patel. “But is she doing OK?”
Elena smiled tightly.
“Ah,” said Mrs Patel, nodding. She pushed the packed of medication across the counter and glanced around the small pharmacy. It was empty, so she clearly felt emboldened to go on. “It’s none of my business, but I think you are doing a marvellous job. If you ever need any help or advice, do come and find me. Bipolar is a really hard thing to manage for anyone, let alone a young thing like you.”