Grab a book, open to a random page (either by flipping through it, using a randomizer, or let my husband pick), and pick a part of the book that speaks to me (can be anywhere from 2 to 6 sentences), add a cover, done.
Credit for this one: Should Be Reading blog
Edit: This used to be on Thursday, but I am changing it to Tuesday as it works better that way.
Teaser Tuesday ~ Circus Maximus #1: Race to the Death by Annelise Gray
I flipped through the book and landed on page 153. “What did you think you were doing?”
‘Are you out of your mind?’
Ignoring Scorpus, I gave Icarus a final pat as I turned him into the pasture. With a squeal of delight, he trotted through the long grass to join Sciron, who greeted him with a nip on his neck. I shut the gate and leaned against it, watching them swish their tails against the flies in the evening light.
Teaser Tuesday ~ Operation Nativity by Jenny Pearson, Katie Kear
Once we’d sung at all the people in Chipping Bottom who were willing to open their doors to us, we headed home. I was ready for a bit of a sit-down, but, true to her word, Mum made us bake some mince pies and Christmas biscuits for the tree. I hadn’t been that excited, but it was actually kind of fun. Sure, they were a little misshapen and I didn’t get to drizzle the icing on the top because Molly had drunk most of it when Mum wasn’t looking, but we’d made them together and Mum said that made them taste better.
Today I picked 191, thought it was a pretty number + today is the 19th~“It’s fine,” I say, turning away to wipe the counter down so I don’t have to look at him. He’s wearing a Morehouse hoodie and dark jeans, and I’m not sure I prefer him business fine-ass or casual thirst trap. The man really needs to stop working out. And aging, because apparently that’s not helping matters either. His fineness is only getting worse the older he gets, and I can’t concentrate. I’ll wait until he leaves before I peel these sweet potatoes, or I ‘ll lose a fingertip surreptitiously drooling over my ex.
Teaser Tuesday ~ Hotel Magnifique by Emily J. Taylor
I flipped through the book and landed on page 193!
No one paid me any attention when I dipped behind it and grabbed the gold paste, slipping it down my pocket. When I glanced up, Zosa looked right at me.
Seconds passed. She took a step in my direction. Her pink lips moved, like she was speaking my name, but she was too far away to hear clearly. My throat closed up at the thought that she still knew me somehow, that there was a chance I wasn’t forgotten like I’d assumed.
Zosa was too thin. Her dark eyes shone like drops of oil. A tear dripped down my cheek, and I couldn’t look away. It took everything inside me not to run to her.
Teaser Tuesday ~ Tales to Keep You Up at Night by Dan Poblocki
Today I flipped through this book (which I will be reading soon) and landed on page 149. Now I am even more excited about reading this!The Happy Birthday Man slithered forward as the front row leaned backward. The creature zeroed in on one section. A black-and-white-striped appendage swung out toward a small, pale boy who sat wide-eyed and rigid with fear. As its many fingers closed around his torso, the boy made barely a peep: however, when the arm lifted him from the bench, he shrieked. The cry rang through the cavernous space. James could feel it in his veins, his nerves. He recoiled as the Happy Birthday Man brought the boy toward one of its tooth openings. James closed his eyes. The screaming halted. The silence that followed made his muscles shrink unto his bones.
I flipped through the book and landed on page 171 (also known as Chapter Fifteen). Terror clogs my throat and stutters my heart. Air rushes past me as I plummet toward the mountainous terrain beneath, and the sun catches the scales of the golden one far beneath me.
I’m going to die. That’s the only possible outcome.
Vises clamp around my ribs and over my shoulders, stopping my descent, and my body jerks with whiplash as I’m yanked upward again.
“You’re making us look bad. Stop it.”
I flipped through the pages and landed on page 167! From behind them, the Frankenstein painting dropped to the ground with a thud.
With a crack, the wall split apart where the picture had hung, leaving a gap wider than Deliah’s thumb. Form there, it zigzagged across thew all, slicing through the flowery wallpaper, throwing one of the photographs of Hypatia to the floor where the glass shattered. The fissure forked as it raced across the wall. It reached a light switch and a clunk of laster exploded out, causing everyone to duck.
Then it stopped.
This one is from Page 130! I tried a random number generator but it wasn’t that much random, haha, just kept picking the same numbers. So I flipped through my copy.I stand on a velvet pedestal as a seamstress in all black slips a heavy, cool kimono over my shoulders and undergarments. Mom is beside – another seamstress drapes her in a kimono as well.
We both inhale, seeing ourselves in the three-paneled mirror. I run my hands down the fabric and trace the intricate pattern. The maple leaves are hand-painted, outlined in gold and silver on a peach background. Mom’s kimono is light orange and ombre the color of the sunset, with cranes alighting from the hem. The gowns are yuuzen kimonos, part of a dying art in Japan. Master makers struggle to pass the traditions on – there are no students to teach. All of the sudden, I remember Eriku showing me the slides of Nagoro village. The stuffed puppets frozen in time, populating a deserted landscape.
Opened the book on Kindle, went to the slidey bar and picked a random part, went back one or two pages and ended up on 65%!“That is true.” Cole kissed her cheek, and she ended up watching him instead of the show. How had this man entered her life a week ago and made such a difference? He felt like he belonged there next to her, and not just for this vacation.
None of that mattered. In twenty-four hours, she’d let him go.
Teaser Tuesday ~ Wretched Waterpark by Kiersten White
I picked 109, libraries! Yes~Theo and Alexander peered at the parchment. It was spared from the rain by an overhanging tree. On it was a map of the park. The tower, the sea, the river, the cabanas, the restaurant, the shop, and… the library.
“What kind of water park has a library?” Theo asked. Then she shook her head. “Actually you know what? This kind of water park has a library.”