Hi new friends!
I’ve posted the first line(s) of my current YA piece, as well as another (non-YA) WIP.
Sunday Phillips resisted the urge to pry open her husband’s casket, yank the diamond studded ring off his cold lifeless finger, and cram it down the throat of his mistress sniveling in the first row.
(YA) The pounding in Maddie’s chest intensified as she felt for her mother’s pulse. She wasn’t dead.
I’ll comment on the other first lines in a new post. 😉