How’s that for a first line that grabs you.
About the Book
Just as Homeland Security Agent Addison Leigh reaches the pinnacle of her cyber investigation into a firearms smuggling ring, she’s attacked and left for dead. Her estranged husband, ICE Agent Mack Jordan, is notified that she’s at the hospital in a coma. He may have let his past military trauma ruin their short marriage, but she never gave up on their relationship, and he remains her next of kin.
Mack rushes to her bedside, where he promises to hunt down the man who attacked her. Mack failed her once when he bailed on their marriage, and he’s not about to let her down again. But when she wakes up in the hospital, she remembers neither the attack nor ever being married to Mack. And when a second attempt to take her life is made, it’s clear something very sinister is going on, and Mack and Addison are in for the ride of their lives.
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I posted the first line from Hours to Kill, too! Isn’t it a good story?
It is. I’m a fun of Susan Sleeman 🙂
Just finished Hours to Kill and reviewed it! Wow, intense!
My first line is from Braced for Love by Mary Connealy
August 1870 Bear Claw Pass, Wyoming
Kevin Hunt came awake with a snap. A metallic clink. He didn’t need to figure out more.
Happy Friday!
Today on my blog I’m sharing the first line from A Captain for Caroline Grey by Julie Wright: https://christianfictiongirl.blog/2021/03/12/first-line-friday-175/. It’s such a good book!!!! Currently, I’m reading To Love a Prince by Rachel Hauck, so I’ll share a line from there.
“Today was one of those Mondays that stretched the limits of her royal demeanor.”
Hope you have a great weekend! ❤
Happy Weekend! My first line is from “Sing Me Back Home” by Amanda Mason:
“Lane McCay strummed his fingertips against the steering wheel to the beat of the country music blaring from his truck’s radio – his fingertips being the only part of his body that he could move without regret.”