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 ~ More Tales to Keep you Up at Night by Dan Poblocki
Today I picked page 119, a spoooooky one, what if your world is stuttering/glitching?Standing near the truck of a small hatchback, a woman was clutching a grocery bag to her chest. “Hello?” Hailey ran over, but the woman didn’t acknowledge her. In fact, she didn’t move. Not an inch.
After a moment, Hailey realized the woman’s pose resembled the way her mother had been stuck behind the wheel, like a life-size paper cut-out. The woman’s silhouette flickered. Settled. Inside the store, a few shoppers were also standing still, caught reaching for items on the shelves. Some were tall. Some were toddler size. Each of them flickered. Settled. Flickered again.
Teaser Tuesday ~ The Doomsday Archives: The Wandering Hour by Zack Loran Clark, Nick Eliopulos
The face that now hovered inches from his own did not belong to an old woman. Skin peeled back into leathery folds, unveiling a cavern of a mouth that was lined with horrific, barbed teeth. The face dangled in mid-air from a sinewy throat – a throat that was quickly swelling open with each throb of serpentine muscle.
Casper screamed. The fangs closed down.
The street went quiet again.
I flipped through my book and landed on page 85!A creaking step was the only answer. Jared would call out, so who or whatever I was dealing with wasn’t him. They likely had no idea where I was exactly, so I had the upper hand. The terror came with a rush of memories about Sam chasing me through the mansion with a knife in his hand. I stood out of sight at the top of the stairs, listening. Was that another footstep? I left the stake down my waistband. Since a vampire would have to be invited in, this was probably a human. A hard shove down the stairs was my best option.
I wanted so badly to look down the stairs, but I couldn’t risk showing myself. I inched up to the corner. The top step was also a creaker, so that would be my cue to move. I held my hand over my mouth, breathing quietly against it like all the girls in horror movies.
Teaser Tuesday ~ Lenny Lemmon and the Invincible Rat by Ben Davis, James Lancett
I read this one today (hilarious btw) and I just LOVED this part on page 37.“Everybody stay where you are, and Lenny and I will find his pet rat,” she says.
I stick my hand up.
“What is it , Lenny?”
“He’s not my pet rat.”
Ms Bottley looks confused. “What do you mean?”
“Ratty’s not my pet. I found him over the road from my house by the bins and put him in an old hamster cage.”
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?”
‘Winning.’
‘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.
I froze.
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.”
