Teaser Tuesday November 5th 2013
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. 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'm not very far yet been slacking but I thought I would share this part where I am.
“ What do you wear if you’re playing security for alpha shape-shifters?”
I stood in front of my open closet in a robe, but glanced back at Lindsey, who sat cross-legged on my bed, a bag of strawberry licorice sticks in her lap.
“Nothing at all?” she said with a grin.
“I’m wearing clothes.”
“Spoilsport. But if you’re going to play prude, might as well play sexy prude. Didn’t you say Gabriel mentioned leather?”
The snark aside, she had a point. After all, I did own a set of buttery black leather that had been a gift from Mallory and Catcher for my twenty-eighth birthday—snug pants, bandeau-type corset, and trim, motorcycle-style jacket. It was a fabulous outfit, but it was so urban-fantasy book cover.
“Vampires in leather are so cliché,” I said.
“I’m not disagreeing with you, but the shifters would appreciate it. They’re all over leather.”
“Yeah, I got that sense.” But that much leather—and that little torso coverage—wasn’t my ideal fighting ensemble, so I flipped through some tank tops, looking for something that might replace the bandeau bra. On the other hand, leather pants and a tank top seemed a little too Linda Hamilton.
“Maybe a compromise,” I murmured, pulling the leather jacket from its wooden hanger. I laid it on the bed along with my Cadogan suit pants and a simple black tank, then stepped back to take a look.
The jacket added a definite element of kick-assery to the slim-fit pants and tank. The outfit was still all business, but the kind of business that promised repercussions if the deal didn’t go through. With a bloodred katana at my waist, and a gold Cadogan medal around my neck, I might be able to pull it off.
“Well,” Lindsey said, “that’s a Merit I can get behind. Try it on.”
When I was dressed, I grabbed a black elastic from the top of my bureau and pulled my hair into a ponytail. Since I’d be with Ethan, I skipped clipping on my Cadogan pager, but I slid my cell phone into one pocket of my jacket and picked up my katana.
Outfit assembled, I spun around so Lindsey could get a look. She nodded and stood up. “Only one question—can you work that outfit? Can you own it?”
I glanced back at the mirror, took in the leather and sword, and smiled. “Why, yes. I believe I can.”
What are you reading?
“ What do you wear if you’re playing security for alpha shape-shifters?”
I stood in front of my open closet in a robe, but glanced back at Lindsey, who sat cross-legged on my bed, a bag of strawberry licorice sticks in her lap.
“Nothing at all?” she said with a grin.
“I’m wearing clothes.”
“Spoilsport. But if you’re going to play prude, might as well play sexy prude. Didn’t you say Gabriel mentioned leather?”
The snark aside, she had a point. After all, I did own a set of buttery black leather that had been a gift from Mallory and Catcher for my twenty-eighth birthday—snug pants, bandeau-type corset, and trim, motorcycle-style jacket. It was a fabulous outfit, but it was so urban-fantasy book cover.
“Vampires in leather are so cliché,” I said.
“I’m not disagreeing with you, but the shifters would appreciate it. They’re all over leather.”
“Yeah, I got that sense.” But that much leather—and that little torso coverage—wasn’t my ideal fighting ensemble, so I flipped through some tank tops, looking for something that might replace the bandeau bra. On the other hand, leather pants and a tank top seemed a little too Linda Hamilton.
“Maybe a compromise,” I murmured, pulling the leather jacket from its wooden hanger. I laid it on the bed along with my Cadogan suit pants and a simple black tank, then stepped back to take a look.
The jacket added a definite element of kick-assery to the slim-fit pants and tank. The outfit was still all business, but the kind of business that promised repercussions if the deal didn’t go through. With a bloodred katana at my waist, and a gold Cadogan medal around my neck, I might be able to pull it off.
“Well,” Lindsey said, “that’s a Merit I can get behind. Try it on.”
When I was dressed, I grabbed a black elastic from the top of my bureau and pulled my hair into a ponytail. Since I’d be with Ethan, I skipped clipping on my Cadogan pager, but I slid my cell phone into one pocket of my jacket and picked up my katana.
Outfit assembled, I spun around so Lindsey could get a look. She nodded and stood up. “Only one question—can you work that outfit? Can you own it?”
I glanced back at the mirror, took in the leather and sword, and smiled. “Why, yes. I believe I can.”
What are you reading?
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