I have blogged about first lines before – best, worst, would you keep reading, etc. One time, it resulted from my daughter (another voracious reader) bringing home a bag of random books and we sat around the dining table after dinner and read the first lines/paragraphs of several of the books. The motivation for this post came from a book I just started, which has a fabulous first line:
Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Desire: Considering how extremely dull her life had been up until this point, Iris Daniels, Lady Jordan had discovered a quite colorful way to die.
Love it! (I do have a problem with the cover, though. The cover model is, of course, gorgeous, but the Duke in the story has significant facial scarring. This book is 11th in a series, and although it’s the first I’ve read, I went back through some of the others in the series to see if she just has a way with first lines.
Here are some others:
- Duke of Pleasure: Hugh Fitzroy, the Duke of Kyle, did not want to die tonight, for three very good reasons.
- Wicked Intentions: A woman abroad in St. Giles at midnight was either very foolish or very desperate.
- Thief of Shadows: The body in the road was the absolute cap to the day.
- Duke of Sin: There are few worse places for a housekeeper of impeccable credentials to be caught than kneeling on her employer’s bed.
I think she’s good, in general, with her firsts.
Here are some other good ones:
- Mary Jo Putney, Thunder & Roses: Winter mists swirled about as they scaled the wall that enclosed the estate.
- Tessa Dare, Goddess of the Hunt: A knock on the door in the dead of night could only mean disaster. (And I think this is her first book.)
- Nora Roberts, Island of Glass: A man who couldn’t die had little to fear.
- Julie James, It Happened One Wedding: Well-trained in the art of reading the subtle cues of body language, FBI Special Agent Vaughn Roberts was quite certain this date was going down inn flames.
- Julie James, The Thing About Love: Three minutes after the plane took off from the runway, FBI Special Agent John Shepherd knew he was doomed if he didn’t act immediately.
- Lorraine Heath, When the Duke Was Wicked:
- Prologue. On the morning of February 2, 1872, I, Henry Sidney Stanford, the seventh Duke of Lovingdon, Marquess of Ashleigh, and Earl of Wyndmere, died.
- Chapter 1 was better – The Duke of Lovingdon relished nothing more than being nestled between a woman’s sweet thighs.)
- Jayne Ann Krentz, Family Man: Technically speaking, Luke Gilchrist was not a bastard.
Which one intrigues you enough to read more? Which ones do you like or hate?