This a weekly meme held on Tuesday’s that was created by Should Be Reading
Here are the rules:
• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give 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!
Fog of Dead Souls: A Thriller by Jill Kelly
When college professor Ellie McKay walks into the Maverick Bar in Farmington, New Mexico, late one evening, she plans to get drunk, not engaged. But within thirty minutes, she’s met cowboy Al Robison, he’s proposed to her, and she’s accepted. Al only knows that Ellie is attractive, vulnerable, and single; he doesn’t know that she has been on the run for weeks from a sociopath who killed her surgeon boyfriend in Pennsylvania and raped and tortured her.
Reeling from the ordeal and deeply scarred emotionally and physically, Ellie flees first to Paris, where she seeks refuge in the bottle. Then, coming to her senses, she returns to Pittsburgh to resume her life and her career, believing she will be safe there. When that proves untrue, she takes to the road, no longer caring much what happens to her.
Ellie’s escape route leads her to Santa Fe and then north to Farmington, where Al seems the safest bet. When she says yes to Al’s proposal, she knows only that he is a local rancher. She doesn’t know about Al’s own dark past, and she doesn’t tell him that her heart belongs to Doug Hansen, the detective who originally investigated the case.
“Ellie waited twenty minutes after Al left and then headed back to the bar. She hoped he’d gone home but just in case she’d concocted a story about dropping her car keys. But he wasn’t there and she had no trouble buying the bottle from Billy, who winked at her and wished her a good evening.
She poured herself a stiff drink when she came back to the room, but she’d had enough to drink at the bar that she no longer needed to hurry. She wasn’t drunk though. Over the last several months, she’d built up a tolerance, and besides, she was wired from what had just happened with Al. She felt giddy and nervous and somehow guilty.”