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Top 10 Books August 2019

Top 10 Books August 2019

Hello all,

Top 10 Books August, Aria, Spider-Man, Bad Mermaids

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First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Hysteria

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Hysteria

Hysteria, Young Adult, Thriller, Murder, Where is her head?
My mother hid the knife block.
In hindsight, that was the first sign. And then, two nights ago, she locked her bedroom door. It had to be subconscious, but still, I didn’t want to think too hard about what she was secretly thinking. I guess that was the second sign. And now there was a suitcase on my bed. Which wasn’t really a sign at all. It was the actual event.

Top 10 Books June 2019

Top 10 Books June 2019

Afternoon all,

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Review for Club Dead

Review for Club Dead

“The air was cold and wet, and if you stood still for a moment the chilling damp would creep into your bones. I could tell the temperature was taking a deep dive, and the bright sky of the morning was a fond memory. It was an appropriate day to dump a body.”

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Review for Living Dead in Dallas

Review for Living Dead in Dallas

Living Dead in Dallas, Coffin, Flying, Moon, Purple Cover, Charlaine Harris, Vampires, Romance““Wow,” I said, since it was all I could think of to say. “Wow. That’s some outfit.” When you’ve got a big guy wearing Lycra it doesn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. I resisted the temptation to ask Eric to turn around.
“I don’t believe I could be convincing as a queen,” Eric said, “but I decided this sent such a mixed signal, almost anything was possible.” He fluttered his eyelashes at me. Eric was definitely enjoying this.
“Oh, yes,” I said, trying to find somewhere else to look. “

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First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Definitely Dead

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Definitely Dead


I was draped over the arm of one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen, and he was staring into my eyes.
“Think.. Brad Pitt,” I whispered. The dark brown eyes still regarde me with remote interest.
Okay, I was on the wrong track.
I pictured Claude’s last lover, a bouncer at a strip joint.
“Think about Charles Bronson,” I suggested. “Or, um, Edward James Olmos.” I was rewarded by the beginnings of a hot glow in those long-lashed eyes.