First Chapter First Paragraph

"It was the first time she'd seen her son since the day she gave birth to him. Phoenix Fuller had spent an eternity waiting for this moment. She'd counted every single breath, it seemed, for sixteen years, waiting to lay eyes on Jacob again."http://bibliophilebythesea.blogspot.com

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Kay said…
Ah, this one sounds like a tear-jerker. And sometimes, that's just what you want. :-)
June 2, 2015 at 1:26 PM
Cleopatra Loves Books said…
Ooh one that requires a big box of hankies by the sound of things - of course I want to know more! Here is my Tuesday Post https://cleopatralovesbooks.wordpress.com/2015/06/02/first-chapter-first-paragraph-june-2/
June 2, 2015 at 1:39 PM
Literary Feline said…
I agree with Cleo and Kay--this sounds like one that would make one weepy. I hope you enjoy this one! I've always been curious about this author, but have never read anything by her.
June 2, 2015 at 2:21 PM
(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea said…
Probably not a good one for me now as I am trying to get my reading going again.
June 2, 2015 at 4:34 PM
Tea said…
Yep, I have my tissues ready. I hope your reading comes back before the weekend, Diane. I hate that feeling.
June 3, 2015 at 7:11 AM
Laurel-Rain Snow said…
This one sounds so good! Thanks for sharing, Hattie...and for visiting my blog.
June 3, 2015 at 8:14 AM
Tea said…
You're welcome, Laurel.
June 3, 2015 at 1:07 PM
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