The Page 69 Test: *Crossing a Fine Line* by W.L. Brooks #page69

 

They say if you want to really find a good book, go to page 69 (the middle and meat of the book) and you like it, it's definitely worth reading. For today's feature, I'm zooming in on page 69 of W.L. Brooks' new romantic suspense, Crossing a Fine Line: The McKay Series Book 5.

 

BOOK DESCRIPTION

Fletcher J. McKay has been shot, driven insane, and tortured by a madman, so what’s one more psycho coming after her? But this foe’s disturbing attempts to extinguish Fletch’s light leave her shaken. Running out of options, she must consort with the enemy.

Fletcher is undoubtedly Sheriff Noah Reed’s nemesis. Their discord began with an irrevocable outcome of an unforeseeable trauma, but duty demands he keeps her safe. The closer he gets, the more his loathing turns to lust.

Devastated by loss, Fletcher agrees to go into Noah’s protective custody. Passion takes them across the boundaries of their animosity, but is their tentative bond enough? Or is the line between love and hate, as with life and death, fixed.

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“Found the timer,” the fire chief called out.
“I’ve got to check that out,” he told Emmit. Noah
went over to where Todd Mae was standing.
“Professional?”
“Nah, it’s the kind of thing anyone can find
online,” Todd said.
“Did the job, though.” Noah examined the burnt
piece of plastic, then glanced at Todd; the older man
looked pained. The fire chief was in his fifties with saltand-pepper hair and hard, dark eyes. He was one of the
good guys in and outside of the job.
“We’re looking for a way to get in the bunker.” He
rocked back on his heels and shook his head. “Nothing
normal about that girl. Heard about Jasper. How’s he
holding up?”
“He’s in a coma. It’s wait and pray right now.”
“You make sure you get the son of a bitch.” Todd
spoke into his headset and looked at Noah. “We found
it. You want to get her? We’ve got extra gear.”
Noah grinned. “Love to.”

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Fletcher held the wet towel to her face and tapped
the foot that was going numb. What was taking so
damn long? There was a lot of commotion going on
above her, and she had to pee. A shaft of light broke
through the darkness. She dropped the towel. “It’s
about time!”
“McKay?”
“Reed?” What in the actual—
“Come on, McKay, where are you?” Noah asked,
the beam of his flashlight bouncing off the wreckage.

What do you think? Would you keep reading?