"The Friday 56" is hosted at Freda's Voice.
Rules:*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it) that grab you.
*Add your (url) post below in Linky. Add the post url, not your blog url. It's that simple.
As I turned to go upstairs, I heard a slight tapping on the window, almost a clawing noise
Nervously, I peered through curtains, and sucked in my breath: On the front porch stood Agent Burton, bruised and battered, a black eye starting to darken, his suit disheveled and torn.
Sound interesting? Do you speak 'flapper'? There will be a review of "Gold-Diggers, Gamblers and Guns" on my blog on Monday, as part of a tour set up by Great Escapes Virtual Book Tours and you're all invited back! :O)
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