Tuesday Teaser is a weekly meme hosted by Should Be Reading. Here are the rules: Grab your current read. Open to a random page. Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page, and BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!) Share the title & author, too, so that other Teaser Tuesday participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!
"Like the oyster with its grain of sand, we bury it deep within, coating it with opalescent layers, as if that could heal our mortal wound. Some of us devote our entire lives to keep our secret hidden, safe from those who might pry it from us, hoarding it like the pearl, only to discover that it escapes us when we least expect it, revealed by a flash of fear in our eyes when caught unawares, by a sudden pain, a rage or hatred, or an all-consuming shame."
~The Tudor Secret by C.W. Gortner
And now, for my Tuesday Teaser...inspired by i swim for oceans. If you are writer, take a line from your current WIP or published piece. This is a line from my novel set in 1939 Hollywood.
She looked up and spied the man that made her heart leap in her chest. A feline smile curled on her lips. She lifted her glass to her mouth; a giggle escaping. “And to the handsomest man in the world,” she declared, a little louder than she intended. “Mr. Clark Gable!”
She tipped her head back, downing the last of the cocktail, never noticing that the man heard her, turning to gaze at her with thick eyebrows raised in curiosity. He moved forward, clamping a hand down on Frankie’s shoulder. “Handsomest man in the world, eh?” He chuckled, peering down at the man. “And what does that make you?”
“Chopped liver, apparently.”
Evelyn sat up, looking longingly at the bottom of the empty glass, oblivious to Mr. Gable’s presence. But when she did look up and see the man standing before her, thin mustache pushed up at the corners by his toothy smile, she leaped out of her chair, a hand pressed to her chest. “Leaping goldfish!” she squealed. “It’s him!”