Firsts Lines Fridays

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First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?

  • Pick a book off your shelf (it could be your current read or on your TBR) and open to the first page
  • Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first
  • Finally… reveal the book

Lines

Not many women worried about retribution from their long-dead great-grandfather, but Lauren Mackillop was no ordinary woman.

“Heading to Texas, are you?” the man standing next to her said as they queued for the check-in counter. “You won’t know what’s hit you.”

Oh, but she would.

Born under the stars, with a curse on her head to boot, she was well versed in rugged living and hadn’t wanted to go back to any of it. But here she was at LAX, flight booked.

“It’s hotter than a stolen tamale in Texas,” the man said.

Lauren ran her eyes over the top of his shiny, bald head and smiled her appreciation of his Texan-resident joke. “I know.” She flicked the tip of her tongue over her lips, enough to moisten them without disturbing her neutral-blush lipstick. It had cost a fortune and she’d have to make it last now.

“You are not defined by one thing.”

Lauren closed her eyes. “Grandmother, get out of my head.”

“Get your skinny butt back home now.”

Skinny butt? It was true, she was slim. Mostly genetics, but she didn’t eat much anyway, and in the future she might not be able to afford to eat at all—a fact her grandmother obviously wasn’t concerned about. Given what had just happened to her, she was already having nightmare visions of her future. Sad and lonely, eating packet after packet of pretzels. She didn’t like to depend on junk food to cure her miseries though, so she hardly ever ate them. Even though they were her absolute favorite.

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And The Book Is..

Lone Star Protector (Calamity Valley #2)
Lone Star Protector
(Calamity Valley #2)
by Jennie Jones

Goodreads Blurb

If you don’t fight for what you love, you won’t know what you’ve lost

When Lauren Mackillop’s shady business partner gambles away her small business, she heads home to Surrender in Calamity Valley, Texas, to lick her wounds and plan her next move. But she walks straight into another battle to thwart a development company’s scheme to take over their charming Texas haven. Determined to safeguard her town, her senses are on alert when the sexy stranger she flirted with while briefly stranded at LAX turns up as the new owner of the saloon. Something’s going on, and this time, Lauren isn’t going to give in without a fight.

Mark Sterrett has trouble on his heels and more on the way. To protect his family’s reputation from ruin he’s been tasked with ensuring this land deal goes through. But he’s up against more than he bargained for. Making his life more complicated, he’s drawn to the intriguing and enticing Lauren and as their attraction simmers and the threat to the town heightens, Mark wonders if he can get through the next two weeks with his conscience and his heart intact.

Alex

6 thoughts on “Firsts Lines Fridays

  1. Great first sentence, I’m already intrigued by Lauren.

    ‘Hannah entered the drawing room and froze: what appeared to be a miniature kangaroo had climbed up onto a chair and was nibbling at a vase of lilies.’
    – First Sentence: illumination by Matthew Plampin

    I had such high hopes for this one but alas another in a long line of books that as it turned out weren’t to my liking.

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  2. Opening Lines:

    Although I was only four years old, I clearly remember my mother, Edna Parker, explaining to me why she had to leave Memphis for Chicago and how I would become part of a new family:

    “I can’t get a job here unless I’m scrubbin’ some white folks’ floor.” Her work schedule wouldn’t allow her the time to take care of me properly. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew that she didn’t want me to be raised by babysitters. The job opportunities for poor black women then were slim to none. Even though Memphis was a hub for people coming from the surrounding rural areas to find work in the factories, that work was mostly for men. I easily accepted the move, as it seemed that everyone around me in Memphis was moving north, to Detroit, Chicago, or New York.

    Staying with my birth father, John White, who died when I was five years old, was not an option. White was originally from Mississippi. When he moved to Memphis, he opened a club on Beale Street. He wasn’t the kind of guy who was going to work at the big forty-acre Firestone plant in north Memphis, nor was he going to become a Pullman porter. According to local legend, he aspired to be the “Al Capone of black Memphis.” He became a gangster, a mean gangster. In my limited interactions with him, he was also a mean father. On one occasion, trying to escape a beating, I ran into the closet and hid in the corner, concealed by hanging clothing. Looking down, I saw a pair of bright green shoes. They looked magical. I was captivated by them.

    The book is:
    “My Life with Earth, Wind & Fire” by Maurice White with Herb Powell
    (Sorry, I don’t see where I have the capability to post the cover.)

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