Book Beginnings on Fridays/The Friday 56 - December 18th

This is a fun meme to do hosted by Freda's Voice. If you'd like to join on the fun go to The Friday 56.

Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader.
*Find any sentence that grabs you.
*Post it.
*Link it here.

It's that simple.

I'm also joining in Book Beginnings on Friday. It's hosted by Rose City Reader. 

I'm hoping to read this one over the weekend.  These excerpts are from the E-ARC.

First Chapter

Derek

There were a lot of things I didn't understand, like why on earth people wrote their own memoirs when the most exciting thing they'd ever experienced was getting stuck on a rollercoaster for fifteen minutes, an event that supposedly changed their life forever.  I'm not talking about those unfortunate souls dangling high in the air, bodies turned upside down.  No, no.  Stuck as in before takeoff.

From 56% on my Kindle...

I motioned toward his phone.  "Normally you have the look of doom on your face whenever you stare at that thing, but now you look almost ...content." 

Synopsis from Goodreads:

Molly
Why, Santa, why? I’ve been so good this year and yet here I am, snowed in with the most grumpy, gloomy – and admittedly, gorgeous – man I’ve ever met. Instead of blissfully sledding down an Alaskan mountain during my work trip, I have to listen to the guy complain about how much he hates Christmas. Not to mention the fact that he’s in the running for the same writing award as me. Too bad throwing someone out into the snow isn’t considered very Christmassy or it would’ve been good riddance for sure.

Derek
Carolers, gingerbread, hot cocoa, tinsel, mistletoe… The list of Christmas torture goes on and on. And as if it’s not bad enough that I have to endure this holiday cheer for a work trip, I’m now stuck at The Royal Reindeer with a true Christmas freak. I’d love for her to back off, but I can’t exactly tell her why I hate the holidays this much. My best bet is to avoid her altogether, which is quite the challenge when you’re forced to share a cabin.

But if I don’t want to be around her, then why am I doused in glitter, helping her make Christmas cards?

 

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