Teaser Tuesday


Evening Kindle-ites! Here is this weeks edition of Teaser Tuesday! What? You’ve never heard of it? Well.. let me fill you in. Teaser Tuesday is a fantastic way to get a sneak peak at book you may or may not have ever considered reading before PLUS… you get a chance to see what everyone else has to offer.

All you have to do is:

– Grab your current read
– Open to a random page
– Share (in the comments) 2 “teaser” sentences (or a paragraph…I’m not picky) from somewhere on that page (BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! you don’t want to give too much away!)
– And then tell us where you got it! (Share the title and author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!)



The Paris Directive – Gerald Jay


The Synopsis:

In a Berlin hotel room in the late 1990s, two former French intelligence agents hire Klaus Reiner, a ruthlessly effective killer, to eliminate an American industrialist vacationing in southwestern France. Reiner easily locates his target in the small Dordogne village of Taziac, but the hit is compromised when three innocent people are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Enter Inspector Paul Mazarelle. Formerly of Paris but now living in Taziac, the inspector is charged with bringing his experience and record of success in the capital to bear on the gruesome quadruple homicide at the height of tourist season.

Both Mazarelle’s investigation and Reiner’s job become complicated when Molly, a New York City district attorney and daughter of two of the victims, arrives to identify the bodies and begins asking questions. All evidence points to Ali Sedak, a local Arab handyman, but Mazarelle and Molly have doubts, forcing Reiner to return to Taziac to ensure they see things as he arranged them. Little does anyone in the picturesque French countryside know how politically charged this crime is: its global ramifications, stemming from the NATO bombing of the Chinese embassy in Belgrade, could overshadow everything.

Tailored in crisp prose, this tantalizing and skillfully written thriller possesses all the luxury refinements of the best international intrigue. Jay’s novel chills, excites, and engrosses, pitting a smooth, calculating villain against an earthy, sympathetic Frenchman whose twilight career is suddenly heating up.


My Teaser – Page 87

“Mazarelle and Bernard each took an end and tugged at it hard, but they were out of synch. The basket quivered and creaked noisily. The wall to which it was attached appeared solid and unyielding.  Although Bernard was eager to try again, Mazarelle brushed him aside.  He wrapped his big hands around the handle, planted his legs, and yanked with all his might, falling back as the basket tore away from the wall.  “Salaud!” Picking himself up with Bernard’s help, he brushed off his clothes and eyed the basket disagreeably.  The inspector was certain that the dogs had been on the right track.  What they were looking for had to be right behind the basket.  But who expects a sealed room with no windows in a barn?”

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2 thoughts on “Teaser Tuesday

  1. Randy lay on the concrete floor in silent darkness for twenty minutes, second-guessing himself all the while. If they came out together, his plan was ruined. It had to be Jo and Jo alone that saw the cans. Finally, the door swung open and Jo swatted her garage door button. She was alone, lugging two heavy bags down the stairs. Randy lay under one of the Fords, his eyes barely visible beyond the skinny tire. She stopped on the bottom step, looking down at the red cans. She knew they didn’t belong, and she knew they’d shown up after Bill came home.

  2. “They stepped warily outside, wearing masks and gripping steak knifes. Emily squinted in the bright purple light. A chill rippled down her spine when she noticed the body of the lobster truck driver was gone.” -16% (location 541 of 3203)

    -Night of the Purple Moon by Scott Cramer

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