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Friday’s Page 69 ~ Twisted Hate by Ana Huang

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Twisted Hate by Ana Huang

Twisted Hate by Ana Huang, Fire and red cover, romance
“Consider it my official olive branch.” He pushed the box toward me. “Along with me not mentioning how you broke the truce by insulting my observational skills, which are excellent, by the way.”
Only Josh could claim credit for not doing something he just did.
Instead of arguing with him, I poked at the cupcake with suspicion. “Did you poison it?” There was a difference between being civil and buying someone their favourite cupcake unprompted.
“Nah, I was in a rush. Maybe next time.”
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Meet Me Under the Mistletoe by Jenny Bayliss

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Meet Me Under the Mistletoe by Jenny Bayliss

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe by Jenny Bayliss, Blue cover with a man and a woman on a bench in a park, christmas, romance
Shepherd Market is Old London. Two small squares of ye olde quaint shop fronts and pubs, some dating back to the 1700s, nestle unconcerned among the steel and glas monoliths of their descendants. A peculiar vibe of the village camaraderie and tourism pulses through the tiny neighborhood; doors open with tinkling bells into welcomingly dark shops, and people mingle in the street, strangers and friends passing the time. And it is here, sandwiched between a tailor and a bistro, that Elinor Noel – Nory to those who know her best- runs her secondhand bookshop, Serendipitous Seconds, with her right-hand man, Andrew.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ If I Have to Be Haunted by Miranda Sun

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ If I Have to Be Haunted by Miranda Sun

If I Have to Be Haunted by Miranda Sun, boy and a girl standing in the forest in fall while one of them is a ghost
There was a ghost in the cafeteria again.
Cara stopped dead, shoulders stiffening, fingers tightening on her tray. Her water bottle bounced onto the floor, but she paid it no mind, focused on tracking the silver glow of the specter from the corner of her eye.
Ghosts always got more troublesome this time of year. Last Halloween, a spirit of a teacher from the 1960s, still seething at being fired from Autumn Falls High School, had decided to enact his belated revenge by releasing a horde or rats into the kitchen. Not that Cara had minded the plan itself – when they reopened the cafeteria after a deep clean, the perpetual sour smell of pickles had finally dissipated – it was just the fact that when you saw the dead lurking around, it always meant more trouble for the living.