Patrick glanced down at the length of rope he held and wished it was his brother’s throat instead. Warm sun beat down on the back of his neck, dampening his skin with a fine mist of perspiration. It was the end of October, and fall weather in New England was far from predictable. How many more clear, sunny days like this would he get?
He took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar smell of tar overlaid with his brother’s eau de richy-rich cologne. “Why, exactly, is it you can’t handle your own damn party—again—and leave me to my damn roof?”
13 comments:
Love the sibling tension. Great six.
This is gonna be a fun party, all right!
So tense! LOVE IT!!
Yes, fabulous tension! :)
Love all the sensory stuff--and definitely need to know more about this party situation. I'm hooked!
Can't wait to see what happens at this party!
Loved the description of the sun on his back. Very evocative and sensual!
Amy Durham
This looks like a fantastic book, and I absolutely adore the cover!
Goddamn, what is it about spatting brothers that just does me in? And yes, October in New England…about as predictable as, well, March in New England. Great six, Cari! I'll be picking this one up soon!
Oooh, I just read this one the other day. So, so good!
Ooh Patrick's in for some surprises, I'm sure! October in New England - reminded me of a friend who lives there and loves this time of year in that area.
LOL. Siblings are so much trouble!
oo. very nice six
The use of the weather to heighten his discomfort was great. Thanks for sharing!
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