It's a two-part blog hop, so today, I will be posting the first sentences (Hookers!) of a few chapters from After Elizabeth. Tune in on the 18th for some ending (Hanger!) sentences.
In no particular order:
I'm sweating my balls off as I sit shot gun in a U-haul.
The walls are pink? Really, Mom? Really?
Claire’s car comes to a slamming stop, and I’m jolted forward so hard the locked seatbelt is like a punch to the chest.
When Sunday was said and done, Baxter was dead, and my ankle was officially sprained.
And one more, that's a little more heartbreaking:
It was winter the first time
I'm excited to see the rest of the hookers for you guys!