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First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday (May 23)

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First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday is hosted by Diane @ Bibliophile by the Sea, and the goal is to share the first paragraph or two from the first chapter of a book you’re either currently reading or planning to read next.

Back again with another ARC I’m planning to read soon! This time it’s LOVE AND OTHER HOT BEVERAGES by Laurie Loft.

34807144The office boy smiled at Todd. “That coffee’s shit.”

Hard hat under one arm, Todd stared at the coffeepot in front of him. He waited impatiently for the drip to stop, conscious of several teammates waiting their turns. They jostled one another as they laughed and joked. The men with their hard hats seemed to take up more space than necessary in the confines of the mobile office. Todd itched to get his coffee and get out into the fresh air.

“You look like someone who would appreciate good coffee,” the boy continued, and Todd knew a fishing query when he heard one. What the boy meant was, You’re gay, aren’t you? Because everyone knew that gays liked gay coffee. Todd tried to remember the boy’s name. They all called him office boy.

“I like shit,” Todd said with a feral grin.

What do you think? Would you continue reading?

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday · Weekly Themes

First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday (May 9)

Since the Top 10 lists get long, and let’s all admit it, boring, after a while, I’m gonna start mixing in this new weekly theme so that it’s broken up a little bit.

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First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday is hosted by Diane @ Bibliophile by the Sea, and the goal is to share the first paragraph or two from the first chapter of a book you’re either currently reading or planning to read next.

I’m currently trying to work through some ARCs, so one I’m thinking about reading next is MASK OF SHADOWS by Linsey Miller! Without further ado, here are the opening lines:

29960675The thick, briny scent of sweat-soaked leather seeped through my cloth mask. A guarded carriage rattled down the road upwind of me. I leaned out of my tree and caught a flicker of light from a carriage lamp. The carriage’s blue paint shone, gilded and mud-splattered.

I groaned. “Nobles.”

The branches beneath me creaked as footsteps scraped along the bark. I flipped a knife into my palm. The sentence for robbing nobles was hanging.

But only if they caught you.

What do you think? Would you continue reading?