Teaser Tuesday: The Murder Complex, Take Me On, The Fault in Our Stars, On Dublin Street, Anansi Boys, & I Know Lucy
Teaser Tuesday is a weekly feature, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading.
"Let's talk in private for a moment, shall we?"My father places his calloused hand on my shoulder, and I flinch. His touch means the slice of a knife, a sudden spar, a jarring slam to the floor. His touch means training. It never means fatherly affection.
~ The Murder Complex by Lindsay Cummings, Kindle Location 628 (ARC)
"We shouldn't do this," she whispers, yet her hands wander to my back and trace my spine. "I won't date another fighter." "Then walk away." I trail a line of kisses along her collarbone, up her throat, then pause, staring straight into her eyes, giving her the chance to end this now. "I won't lie. I want this, Haley. I want you."
~ Take Me On (Pushing the Limits #4) by Katie McGarry, Kindle Location 2282-2285 (ARC)
I giggled and said, "Okay." And then the line was quiet but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.
~ The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, pg. 72
His small smirk was his only reaction to my jibe. "What do you think I do?" "I'm thinking lawyer. Answering questions with questions, man-handling, smirking. . . " He laughed a rich, deep laugh that vibrated through my chest. His eyes glittered at me. "I'm not a lawyer. But you could be. I seem to recall a question answered with a question. And that"- he gestured to my mouth, his eyes turning a shade darker as they visually caressed the curve of my lips- "that's a definite smirk." his voice had grown huskier.
~ On Dublin Street by Samantha Young, pg. 9
They went inside: down wooden steps to a cellar where rubicund barristers drank side by side with pallid money market fund managers. There was sawdust on the floor, and a wine list chalked illegibly on a blackboard behind the bar.
“What are you drinking?” asked Spider.
“Just a glass of house red, please,” said Fat Charlie.
Spider looked at him gravely. “We are the final scions of Anansi’s line. We do not mourn our father’s passing with house red.”
~ Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman, Audiobook Disk 2
I wanted to prove him wrong about the blue-eyed, mystery girl.
I wanted her to be a freaking saint.
I wanted whatever secrets she had to be harmless things that were all to do with her own need for privacy. Unfortunately I couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't.
Dani's secrets were so much more than the little anecdotes girls wrote in their diaries.
~ I Know Lucy by Melissa Pearl, Kindle Location 937 (ARC)