Teaser Tuesday (40)

Teaser Tuesday is a weekly bookish meme hosted by MizB at Should be reading. Anyone can play along. Just do the following:

Grab your current read.

Open to a random page.

Share two (2) "teaser" sentences from somewhere on that page.

BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (Make sure what you share doesn't give too much away! You don't want to ruin the book for others!)

Share the title and the author too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR lists if they like your teasers.

I generally do things a little bit differently. I usually read and review up to 6 or 8 books a week and I like to post a teaser from from each one.

Take One Candle, Light a Room by Susan Straight, page 113. His arms went around me, and my face went into the side of his neck - salty and warm and the vein pulsing there. I would have moved into the darker part of the porch with him just like that - my fingers fanned out on his shoulders - but he straightened up and pulled away.

Nightshade by Andrea Cremer, page 241. When Ren touched me, it was like being swept up in a tornado of sensations, tossing my body into a wild abandon with no sense of control. Shay's gentle caress was different and somehow more addictive.

The Sheen on the Silk by Anne Perry. The oarsman was fighting the stiff breeze and the perverse currents, treacherous here at the narrows where Europe met Asia. She took a deep breath, feeling the bandages tight around her chest and the slight padding at her waist that concealed her woman's shape.

Don't Look Back by Lynette Eason, page 141. As Dakota started the car, Jamie patted his arm. "Sorry, I wasn't going for shock value. I'm not a counselor, but sometimes a victim needs to hear from another victim that she'll survive and get past all of the emotional issues that come with being... violated."

The Princeling by Cynthia Harrod-Eagles, page 95. "Mother!" John cried frantically. Her lips were blue. They moved, saying something, what? He held her tighter as if he could keep her back by the force of his love.

The Passionate Brood by Margaret Campbell Barnes, page 263. "Well, he's jealous of him now that you spectacular brother has stolen his thunder," Chalus assured him, dabbing at some spilled liquor with the soiled velvet of his sleeve. "Can't you have Toulouse murdered?"

Dismissed With Prejudice by Fletcher Cockrell, page 187. The Kentucky game would be no exception, regardless of the pressures he was facing off the floor. Boyd could compartmentalize as well as any executive in the country, and when the game started, he was all business, and there were no distractions too big for him to overcome.

Losing Charlotte by Heather Clay, page 71. He both loved and dreaded his father for trying to give him the gift of blankness that night, to narrow his focus to a set of empty glasses, a bed to tumble into gratefully at the end of the night. Though his father wasn't a drinker himself, Bruce knew that these were the things he wanted for both of them: strong physical sensations, and escape.