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"It was half past midnight on a Friday night--the witching hour, my dead grandma used to call it. I was tending bar in a gangster's suite in a glitzy Atlantic City hotel. I'd stuffed myself into a black silk sheath as snug as it was expensive and was pouring drinks, grinning like a fool. But I was scared."http://bibliophilebythesea.blogspot.com

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(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea said…
Wondering why she is "scared"? I'd keep reading.
June 24, 2014 at 3:50 AM
Beth F said…
I like the Jersey Shore setting! I'd have to read at least a bit more.
June 24, 2014 at 4:34 AM
Anonymous said…
Not my cup of tea but hope you enjoy it.
June 24, 2014 at 4:42 AM
JoAnn said…
I'd keep going... want to find out why she's scared!
June 24, 2014 at 4:42 AM
Kim@Time2Read said…
This one hasn't hooked me yet, but it is interesting enough for me to not give up on yet.
Today I'm featuring 'Elizabeth is Missing' by Emma Healey.
http://mytime2read.blogspot.com/2014/06/tuesday-memes-elizabeth-is-missing.html
June 24, 2014 at 5:47 AM
Laurel-Rain Snow said…
Sounds intense! Thanks for sharing...and here's mine: “SHE CAN HIDE”

June 24, 2014 at 7:36 AM
Anonymous said…
Atlantic city, gangsters, late night...sounds intriguing! Thanks for sharing it.
June 24, 2014 at 8:34 AM
Literary Feline said…
What a fun opening! I would keep reading.
June 24, 2014 at 5:16 PM
Nise' said…
I'd keep reading to find out why she was scared.
June 24, 2014 at 7:44 PM
Margot said…
I'd keep reading. There's enough mystery there to keep me going. I also like the title.
June 25, 2014 at 6:24 AM
Yvonne said…
I always enjoy books set in Atlantic City. Sounds like a good one.
June 25, 2014 at 11:26 AM
Unknown said…
Sounds intriguing, the first few sentences give quite a bit of information already.
Peggy @ The Pegster Reads
June 25, 2014 at 1:37 PM
kayerj said…
that's a great beginning. I'd read on just to find out what's going on. thanks so much for stopping by. I really appreciate it. Have a nice day.
June 25, 2014 at 4:17 PM
Tea said…
Thanks to all for stopping by.
June 25, 2014 at 10:12 PM
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