First-Line Friday #138
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First-Line Friday #138

Nicole Santana

If I Were You

by Lynn Austin

48678862

About the Book

London, November 1945

Eve Dawson bolted upright in bed.

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Published by Nicole Santana

I love Jesus, my husband, and my daughter. I love reading and reviewing Christian and Clean fiction. And, I am a high school English teacher trying to get kids to fall in love with reading every day!

18 thoughts on “First-Line Friday #138”

  1. May 1875
    Elizabeth
    A whimsical breeze rustled the paper beneath Elizabeth’s pen as she wrote in the garden, but she held the sheet firmly against the table with her left hand and it as not carried aloft.
    MRS. LINCOLN’S SISTERS by Jennifer Chiaverini
    2clowns at arkansas dot net

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  2. Happy Friday!

    I love the cover of this one! It’s beautiful, and the first line definitely grabs your attention from from the start.

    On my blog this week, I’m sharing the first line from Bethany Turner’s Hadley Beckett’s Next Dish:

    “That’s it for today friends.”

    Have a great weekend 🙂

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  3. This one looks really good!

    Today on my blog, I’m sharing from The Heart of a Hero by Susan May Warren. I’m currently reading Of Literature and Lattes by Katherine Reay – here’s the first line: “It finally happened. Spring arrived in Winsome, Illinois.”

    Have a great weekend, and happy reading!

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  4. I’m sharing the first line from Stay With Me by Becky Wade on my blog today. “Like Papa Bear in the Goldilocks story, Sam Turner had discovered a strange woman sleeping in the bed of a house he owned.”

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  5. Happy Friday! My first line is from “Doesn’t She Look Natural?” by Angela Hunt:

    “A grieving woman, I’ve decided, is like a creme brulee: she begins in a liquid state, endures a period of searing heat, and eventually develops a scablike crust.”

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