Random Books from the Bookshelf is weekly feature hosted by Cookies, Books and Bikes. This weekly feature was created to showcase the first few paragraphs from books that have been sitting on the bookshelf patiently waiting for their turn to be read. I’d like to send a big THANK YOU to WonderBunny for letting me use her awesome feature on my site. Please stop by and visit her blog. Aside from this cool feature, she also posts great book reviews and shares AMAZING cookie recipes!
What’s up party people!? Apologies for the two week hiatus but, I’m happy to announce that I’ve finally finished moving in. Well I’m moved in enough to where I can function on a somewhat normal basis. This move was an incredible pain in the ass so I’m happy that’s it’s almost over. Enough of my bitching and moaning and on to the good stuff. I pulled the first three books that were laying around in the Thriller, Mystery, and Suspense section of my bookcase for today’s feature. They are:
The Echo of Violence by Jordan Dane
Not even the mesmerizing beauty of the sea at night calmed Luc Toussaint.
The moon dappled undulating waves with shimmer as his slow-moving trawler navigated the Atlantic toward the Canal de la Tortue. Haiti and Port de Paix lay dead ahead. The crew of the Aquilina made ready for docking and had left Luc at the helm, alone with his thoughts. As captain of the commercial vessel, he normally took pleasure in the solitary feeling at this hour and drew comfort from being one with the sea. That feeling of serene isolation reminded him of the old days when he was a younger man—but not tonight.
He had other things on his mind.
Dying for Mercy by Mary Jane Clark
A FEW HOURS FROM NOW…
The moonlight trickled through the glass roof. He pulled a large clay pot from the corner of the room and sat on the cold ground beside it. Then he removed his shoes and socks.
To be accurate, he would have had to use thick nails and a lance to make the wounds—but how would he be able to hammer the nails into both of his hands or maneuver the long spear into his own side? The hunting knife would have to do.
Evidence of Murder by Lisa Black
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 3
“I have a building full of dead people,” Theresa MacLean told the detective. “I don’t have time for one who isn’t even dead.”
Frank Patrick parked the car against the curb and gestured up at the antique brick architecture in front of them. “Not that we know of. But what woman runs out on a rich husband, a cool apartment, and her five-month-old daughter?”
“A stupid one.” Theresa pulled her stocking cap more tightly over the red hair she hadn’t bothered to curl, and took in the historic structure from a different perspective. “We’re in Lakewood.”
“So you did pay attention on the drive over from the morgue. I thought you’d slipped back into your coma.”