Rules:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to page 56.
Find any sentence,
(or few, just don't spoil it) that grabs you.
Post it.
I lay there pretending my hands were his and he was softly sliding them over my breasts and down my hips, over the small of my stomach, where my excitement began to build, my breath to quicken, and my heart to pound.
page 56, The Unwelcomed Child by V.C. Andrews
I've never read anything written by V. C. Andrews, but I've heard good things about this book. Sounds spicy!
ReplyDeleteHere's the link to my Friday post: PICTURING PERFECT.
I liked this book, though not one of my faves from V.C. I prefer the older books.
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend!