Welcome to First Line Friday! This is a weekly feature hosted by Carrie at Reading Is My Superpower. The idea is very simple: you just share the first line (or lines) of the book you are currently reading.
RULES:
*Grab a book, any book
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your e-reader (If you want to improvise, go ahead!)
*Find a snippet, but no spoilers!
*Post it to your blog and add your url to the Linky. If you do not add the specific url for your post, we may miss it!
*Visit other blogs and leave comments about their snippets. Expand the community. Please leave a comment for me, too!
Page 56:
Heaving for breath, I swung my backpack off my shoulders and pulled the bottom hem of my already-damp shirt up to wipe my brow. I’d become one with my couch entirely too much over the last five months and thoroughly regretted it now.
Synopsis:
Reece West
I don’t believe in ghosts. I also don’t believe in cottage cheese as a main food group, but sometimes in life, we are forced to confront when we’re wrong.
Thankfully, I was only mistaken about the ghosts.
At thirty-four years old, I’m arguably too young to have a midlife crisis, but a life-changing diagnosis followed swiftly by a caustic breakup seems to have done the trick. Reeling, I’ve traveled home to Ponderosa, Idaho, Gateway to Nowhere, to spend the summer high above the forest in a remote fire lookout tower.
An escape from the maelstrom my life has become should be good for me, right? Except solitude is difficult to come by when you aren’t actually alone. Despite its name, the very last thing I expect to find living with me in Dead Man’s Lookout is, well, a dead man. Especially not one as shockingly kind, attractive, and funny as Charlie Randolph.
The only problem is, he’s maybe, probably, a serial killer. Or is he?
Suddenly, I’m thrust into a decades-old cold case involving six murdered hikers and one (not so) missing fire lookout. When history begins to repeat itself, falling for a ghost is the least of my concerns. But nothing is ever as it seems in Ponderosa, and I’m not sure if Charlie and I are strong enough to weather the truth when we realize Death isn’t lurking in the shadows—it’s already inside.
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