Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday 

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by Jenn of A Daily Rhythm. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

~Grab your current read

~Open to a random page

~Share two (2) "teaser" sentences from somewhere on the page

~BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! ( make sure that what you share doesn't give away too much away! You don't want to ruin the book for others!)

~Share the title & author too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR lists if they like your teasers!

I've had this one on my bookshelf for far to long. I've been meaning to get to it just never found the time. I started it over a week ago and had a few books to read so it was put down but now I'm ready to finish it. At least she has a library. Semi reminds me of Beauty and the Beast. Stay away from a wing of the mansion.

Jane by April Lindner 
(Goodreads)

Teaser:
Lucia walked me through the house, pointing out objects of interest — a room with a Steinway and a row of guitars where Nico Rathburn did his songwriting; a workout room full of weight machines; a hallway decorated with about forty gold and platinum records; Madeline’s room, done up in every imaginable shade of pink. When the tour ended, I still doubted I’d be able to find my way from one end of the building to the other. Though the decor looked expensive, the place was less flashy than I’d expected and full of cozy spots, including, to my surprise, a well-stocked library with shelves so high a ladder was needed to reach them. What kind of books would a rock star read? I wondered.
“Nico won’t mind if you borrow his books, as long as you return them,” Lucia said, as if reading my mind.
“Am I allowed to use any of these rooms?”
She turned to shut the library door behind us. “For the most part. Except for the third floor. It’s completely off-limits to most of the staff.” She led me back toward her office, a comfortable den with a desk and a sofa, where we sat down.
I nodded. “What’s on the third floor?”

“I suppose… well, nothing. It’s just there.” A crease appeared between Lucia’s brows. “It’s dangerous. The floorboards are old and rotting. You could fall through.” This struck me as strange. Why wouldn’t a multimillionaire have his floorboards repaired? But something in Lucia’s voice told me not to inquire further. I promised to avoid the third floor.

What are you reading?