Teaser Tuesday ~ Wicked Passions by Nicola Davidson
I had Random.org select a random % for me and it thought 12% would be nice (I agree).
Then she winked.
Startled, he laughed, and when she smiled in return, one full of misschief and barely leashed sensuality, he blushed like a virgin.
Spell the Month in Books: March
Review for Young Bride’s Story Vol.4
The fourth volume and this time Smith gets stuck in a village, we meet twins Leyli and Layla as they try to get married.
Books to read for Valentine’s Day (2021 Edition)
Review for Welkom bij Hotel Flanagans
Hartelijk dank naar Hebban.nl en de uitgever, Xander Uitgevers, voor een kopie van dit boek! Zo blij dat ik een deel kon zijn van het Hebbanbuzz team voor dit boek! Dit is een eerlijke review voor dit boek.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ The Care and Feeding of Waspish Widows by Olivia Waite
The corpses were giving Agatha the most trouble.
Waiting on Wednesday ~ Madam by Phoebe Wynne
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Way Back
On a bright summer day in the year eighteen hundred and twelve (by the gentile reckoning), a girl left her mother’s house -the little house where had been born- and went to the brambles on the far side of the forest to gather the small summer strawberries that grow in the shade. These were the best kind of berries, tiny and soft, and the girl crouched in the bushes, staining her lips and fingertips red: one for her mouth, one for her apron, and so on and on.
At first the girl was sure that she must be imagining things. She was far from the village here, far from the road, and she alone knew of the berry bush.
Surely no one else would come to this place.
But she was not imagining things.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Midnight Guardians
Tonight is the darkest night of the year.
It is so dark, you can barely make out the stone cottage sitting in front of you. It is the only building in the valley. A path runs right from the fields to a red front door, framed by the remains of a rose bush. In summer, when days are long and warm, the roses flourish. But there are no roses now. It is the dead of winter and the dead of night. The door is surrounded by thorns.